Category Archives: Stories from Vrindavan

Cow = Mother = Yamuna. Can we save Yamuna now? | Ghats in Vrindavan & Mathura | The Traveling Sage

Even after writing about the inspirational story of Widows of Vrindavan, the intriguing  love affair of Bengal, the happy story of 5 children of God, a creative evening spent at Bankey Bihari, and the never ending monkey menace in the town,  I still feel there is more to Vrindavan. As if the

Photo Series: Yamuna as it is seen in Vrindavan & Mathura | Travel Photography | The Traveling Sage

During the August monsoon at Vishram Ghat, Mathura, the only time when there is brimming water in Yamuna and it doesn’t look like it is slowly dying.   The Yamuna flowing behind the supposedly Kans Quila, Mathura. You can see the filthy shores of Yamuna,

Photo Essay: Bull Power in Vrindavan | Solo Traveling | The Traveling Sage

Two sacred bullocks (male of Cow) – one of them shedding tears – pulling a carriage full of girls coming back from school with “Bull Power” written on it. This photograph has been dear to me for more than one reason. On 15th August, 2015,

Widows of Vrindavan | Solo Traveling | The Traveling Sage

Hundreds of white cotton sari clad women, mostly aged, with red, blue, pink, violet, magenta border stripes, some wearing different shades of white and gray, some wearing dull colors, and rarely someone wearing flamboyant colors, were sitting all together in an atrium-turned-hall with a colorful

Bengal’s Love Affair with Vrindavan | Solo Traveling | Vrindavan, India | The Traveling Sage

Have you ever heard about Chaitanya Mahaprabhu? Well, he rediscovered Vrindavan around 500 years ago in early 16th century. He belonged to a Bengali Brahmin family, and thus began the love affair of the mighty Bengal with the tiny town of Vrindavan located on the

Day 1 to 4: Marred by the menace of monkeys | Vrindavan, India | The Traveling Sage

In the morning, moments after I left my home to board the express train to Mathura from Hazrat Nizamuddin Railway Station, Delhi, my mother received a call from one of my cousin brothers who frequently visits Vrindavan and Mathura on short religious journeys. He told

An Evening at Bankey Bihari Temple | Vrindavan, India | The Traveling Sage

Out of sheer darkness, and a pungent body odor emanating loudly from breaking of millions of bacteria inhabiting hundreds of armpits and groins within a few meters of my own armpit and groin, I entered into a two story atrium at the center of the

Day 1: 5 Cute Children of God | Vrindavan, India | The Traveling Sage

In a foreign land, on my first day in Vrindavan, when I was trying to familiarize myself of the distinguished culture, architecture, people, styles of living, habits of people, etiquette, and much rare street animals, I found a familiar smile on the face of a

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