Imagine
Gopis dancing to drum-beat in a garden of thousand roses
Mathura, the holy land
Where, behind bars a stormy night, the flautist cowherd was born
Murmuring brooks, whispering winds and ever-green pastures
Mathura, the holy land
The birth place of Radheshyaam, the butter-thief
Pious brahmins, purifying prayers & offerings of ever-abundant ghee
Mathura, the holy land
Womb to the Uncle-slayer, nemesis of Kaaliya the serpent demon
Crafty temples & serene villages house to saadhus & the temple-folk
Mathura, the holy land
Witness to avataar of Paarthasarathi - the blue-skinned Yaadava king
These were the pictures that came to my mind when I thought of Mathura, (or Gokula for that matter. They are just 21 kms apart anyway) the place associated to Lord Krishna’s birth. This is courtesy primarily to Amarchitrakatha (more on that another time). Hence expectations were sky-high when our tourist bus took the diversion from the Delhi-Agra highway for Mathura.
Next, “Experience”…
1 comment:
The font sizes are fine now. I like the way you introduce the journey and th emotions attached to it. But now you have to take the next step and finish it. :)
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