A spiritual experience in the true sense

 Recently, I got the opportunity to visit the Govind Devji Mandir in Jaipur.

My dad had told me many times, “If you ever get the chance, do visit this temple.”

God was kind — the chance finally came.

The temple premises were huge, and the crowd was overwhelming.

Yet the loudspeaker playing Hare Krishna bhajans made the entire atmosphere feel surprisingly soothing.

As we entered further, it got even more crowded.

I couldn’t see anything except the darshan shown on the large screens.

People ahead of me were tall and broad, blocking every possible view.

I tried rising on my toes, looking through every tiny gap, but nothing worked.

Finally, I closed my eyes and just chanted God’s name.

I’ve never been great at meditation or concentration, but for a few seconds, my mind went completely still.

Nothing else existed.

And when I opened my eyes… it felt like something had shifted.

The same crowd was there.

The same tall people were still standing in front of me.

But somehow, a perfect little gap appeared — just enough for me to see the idol clearly.

For a few seconds, my eyes filled with tears.

Tears of joy.

Tears of connection.

All I could do was silently thank God.

And in that moment, I was reminded of something I had written earlier — Selective Gratitude.

Sometimes, all it takes is one moment of grace to make us realise how much we’re actually given.