It stands there in simple majesty, the gilded splendour of its dome and panellings shining in the sunlight, silhouetted softly in the water of the surrounding ‘pool of nectar’ (holy tank).
All around the pool, along the marbled pavement that fringes the temple complex’s vast amphitheatre like a mosaic border, walk the devotees in clockwise fashion. Resonating across the shrine, forming a continuous, soothing background soundtrack is the nonstop recitation of the ‘kirtan’ (religious hymns).
For me, it’s a surreal experience. Sure, there’s a huge world out there and I’ve seen it, but this is like coming back home. Continue reading