Beautiful Varanasi — The fire in her eyes

I’ve traveled far and wide—crisscrossing the world that we can see, hear, touch, smell, and taste. I intend to travel more and may never hung up my boots till I die. However, one journey still remains elusive … almost distant. Some call it the journey to one’s soul, some call it a journey to find the Self, some call it the journey to find God.

Maybe it’s true for most of us. Maybe we’ll never make it till we shut out what we see, hear, touch, smell, and taste. Maybe we’ll never make it till we hung up our boots, sit quietly, and travel inward.

I often meet interesting people. I try to look into their eyes and get a glimpse of their soul. I’m often intrigued by what I see. I see something deeper, kinder, and almost transcendental sparkle through. It is those moments that make me feel that nothing more needs to be said … only the oneness needs to be felt.

And maybe if I try hard enough … or just let it be … I can touch the Self.

Beautiful Varanasi — The fire in her eyes