We were walking the 20th kilometer, our last stretch for that day. And we saw a beautiful dome in the middle of a few trees.
The sun was about to set, and we still had to walk a few more hills, but I felt like walking inside the mosque. Thankfully, religious lines are not that strong in villages. I am happy with it; it has helped me connect. Few women were cooking inside the premises, and two children were running behind a puppy. Part of me was hesitant to go in, so I asked a gentleman if I could, and he showed me the way.
It was the tomb of a Sufi saint. As I bowed down, tears started rolling down my face. My heart felt deeply touched. I could feel warmth in that space; it felt like I was resting on a mother's lap.
From Kali Bawde: Madhya Pradesh
From Kali Bawde: Madhya Pradesh
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