Picture 2- THE ABODE OF SPIRITUALITY

This picture was clicked in the April of '10, high up amidst the hills in the temple town of Tirumala-Tirupathi.

As the night sky spread across the spiritual centre, one can see tiny speckles of light which lit the sky that night... and with a keen eye, one can spot the 'Gopuram' of this erstwhile abode of Lord Venkateshwara.
Frequented by hundreds of thousands each year, and a place where I myself have been to many times over the years, this picture seemingly captures the spiritual calm while the tiny dots of light represent the guidance it gives to many a yearning mind and heart.
Yet, it belies the frenzy that lies within and beneath the cover of dark.
The many steps as you make the 14 km journey upto the summit, the scores of eager devotees that throng the santum sanctorum, and the peace one can appreciate right in the midst of all of this.

For anyone, who's been to this temple, the experience is unforgettable!

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