Soulie Saturday #24: An Eye-Full Encounter (Markets of Khatu Shyamji Temple, Rajasthan)


A girl in the Markets of Khatu Shyamji Temple in Rajasthan

Listen with your eyes for feelings.
~ Stephen Covey

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I looked into her eyes and it might have been just for a second, but she looked into mine. Her eyes, so beautiful and almond-round, gleamed, reflecting the warmth of the sun. And soon, I felt my heart illuminated, with a thousand beams of sunlight...

I had just returned after bowing my head in the temple of Khatu Shyamji in Rajasthan and was lazily ambling through the markets of the town towards our car in the parking area. The sun, fast climbing overhead, had directly cut down on the number of people roaming on the streets – the number had thinned considerably owing to the growing hot humidity in the air. Lined with a jamboree of shops that sold everything from religious paraphernalia to churans and pickles, the markets wore a rather colourful outlook to the otherwise dull happenings around.

I caught her standing outside one of these nondescript churan shops; one of her friends had gone inside. It might have been just a few tiny seconds, when her eyes locked with mine, but I could clearly see how hers sparkled in the sunlight, so much emotion hemmed in them.

Dressed in a grey-red sweater worn over a green colored salwar kameez, the little girl was carrying a big pile of twigs on her petite head. I pulled out my camera and pressed the shutter in haste, fearing she would shy away or run. How mistaken was I! She kept staring with such curiosity and wonder, her eyes twinkling with mystery as well as jewelled beauty that I couldn’t help but think – I’d never seen such beautiful graceful eyes with so much life in them for some time.

Not one, not two but the light of a thousand souls jumped out from her gaze, adding another layer of beauty to her slightly demure character. We spoke nothing and yet, I felt everything...

What kind of world lay beneath her veil of precious lovely eyes?
What dreams did they harbour?
Had they been dyed in the sweet play of innocence
or had they been shrouded in the silent shoulder of responsibility?
Were those depths inked in wells of laughter
or were they resonant in pain and sorrow?

So many questions swirled in my heart as I saw her walking, back on her trail, together with her friend. Along with the pile of twigs, she also carried answers to all my questions away with her.

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This post is part of an ongoing series called Soulie Saturday on My Yatra Diary..., a spiritual exploration of that which is Unseen and a celebration of that Ultimate sacred space we yearn for - within and without - and the riches we carry in our own hearts. Click on the preceding "Soulie Saturday" link to view all posts in the series, or visit the initial overview post that inspired me to start this series here.

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31 Comments

  1. Beautiful photography. Great read your post.

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  2. Such is the tragedy of our nation, the future is carrying burden on the head rather than books to school....

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  3. Yes, completely with you on her staring eyes! Such power to steal, seal and ponder

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  4. I think its true when they say the eyes are the window to the soul. Beautiful post as always, thank you.

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  5. Beautiful photo and a lovely write up !

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  6. Such a beautiful photograph dear :) And your words add magic to the post :)

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  7. It's a beautiful tribute to the innocent lives that don't get what they deserve.

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  8. She indeed has beautiful eyes. Your narration is so engaging... Loved reading this post 😀

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  9. I have a strong faith in khatu shyamji and it's quite known among devotees. And I totally loved this post of yours With such a beauty you have described her innocence.

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  10. Very nice capture,lives of some people are so struggling.

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  11. I have been thrice this temple with my family. The prasad is too good. Did you visit Salasar Balaji??

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  12. Truly very attractive eyes. And loved your narration too.

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  13. Lovely innocence in her eyes :)

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  14. I am here after a long time, but every time I just envy you for living this life of a traveler! Another brilliant post Arti.

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  15. What a great capture! And lovely write up.

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  16. emotional post! it really touched me.

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  17. The eyes truly are the window to the soul. What a gorgeous photo.

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  18. Sad the girls who we worship as kumarika in Navratri or consider lakshmi is burdened with work like this !

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  19. Such a beautiful post. I love the experience your writing captures.

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  20. I love this photo, how everything around the girl is in muted color.

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  21. I was to do a visit to this temple with a friend,but couldn't make it.. hopefully soon.. 😊

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  22. She is gorgeous. Your story reminds me of when I was in Africa with my mom, and my mom told one of the young Maasai women that she was beautiful, and the woman simply said "I Maasai", as if to say of course I'm beautiful.

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  23. What a beautiful photograph! The child's eyes draw you right in and tell so many stories for one so young.

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