Somewhere Along the Way, I Disappeared –

Every year, I take the same path — from the city’s chaos to the sacred hill of Tirupati.
But no two journeys are the same.

The road outside remains, but the road within… always different.

In the beginning, there’s strength.
The body moves with purpose.
The chatter of the mind feels normal — a mix of worldly thoughts, responsibilities, leftover noise from daily life.

But as the steps grow, something else begins to grow too — a quiet discomfort.
Feet start hurting. Body ache.
No amount of motivation can silence the body’s cry.
And somewhere there… something deeper begins to awaken.

I speak less. Not because I choose silence, but because silence chooses me.

Thoughts slow down. Questions rise up —

“What am I really walking towards?”
“What am I carrying inside me, still unresolved?”

Tears sometimes roll without reason. Maybe it’s inner pain. Maybe it’s release.
Maybe it’s something I didn’t know I had held on to for too long.

And then, as I start climbing the hill, my strength begins to vanish.
I realise I cannot do this on my own. The body is tired, the mind too fragile.

All I can offer is surrender.

Not to the mountain. Not even to the journey.
But to something higher — something that has been silently walking beside me all along literally.

And in that surrender, a strange peace arrives. Not loud. Not dramatic.
Just a soft presence — as if God is not waiting at the temple,
but walking beside me, step by step, breath by breath.

And somewhere in that walk, I stop being the walker. And simply… become the walk.

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