India, April 13 -- The mind, once filled with restlessness, had found a new rhythm in discipline. The constant urge to switch from one task to another was finally replaced by a deep inner contentment

If spirituality had a face, what would it look like? As I walked along the serene pathways of Patanjali Yog Centre, these words echoed in my mind. The air was filled with a profound stillness, broken only by the rhythmic chanting of the Gayatri Mantra flowing from mud huts, where divine vibrations seemed to merge with the very soil. Just then a saffron-clad sadhu passed by, carrying a Dhuni infused with the rich fragrance of kapur (camphor) and laung (clove), as if nature itself was conspiring to cleanse the soul.

Spending a few days inside...