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A Trip to Punjab That Turned Into a Spiritual Awakening with Hanuman Chalisa & Chole Bhature

 

From City Chaos to Punjab’s Open Skies

I landed in Amritsar with one goal — to feel alive again.

Months of being stuck in city noise, deadlines, and emotional burnout had drained me. So I picked Punjab — because something about its soil, fields, and people always felt grounding to me.
Little did I know that this trip wasn’t just about exploring — it was about healing.

🍽️ The Chole Bhature That Felt Like a Hug

After visiting the Golden Temple at sunrise, I found a tiny roadside dhaba just a few lanes away. No fancy signboard, just the smell of ghee, tandoor smoke, and garam masala filling the air.

I ordered a simple plate of chole bhature.

And let me tell you — it wasn’t just food.
It was blessing on a plate. Soft, fluffy bhature with spicy, soulful chole that made me close my eyes with the first bite.

But after food came stillness. A strange emotional wave hit me — like my heart was full... and yet something was missing.

🕯️ When Hanuman Chalisa Became My Anchor

I sat near a quiet corner of the dhaba, overlooking a small gurdwara. The hustle of Punjab’s streets was buzzing, but inside — I felt shaky.

Maybe it was old memories. Maybe a silent anxiety I had ignored for months.

And instinctively, I opened my phone and searched:

"Hanuman Chalisa lyrics"

I didn’t even realize when I started chanting...

“Bhoot pishach nikat nahi aave,
Mahaveer jab naam sunave...”

And with every word, the chaos melted.
Hanuman ji’s energy isn’t loud — it’s fierce, but silent. Warm, but grounding.
By the time I finished the chalisa, it felt like I had left a part of my pain behind... right there, on that dhaba bench.

🌻 Punjab Gave Me More Than I Asked For

This wasn’t just a trip. It was a reminder.
That no matter where I go — Punjab’s fields, city cafes, mountain tops, or temple steps — Hanuman Chalisa walks with me.

And sometimes, a plate of chole bhature and a few sacred verses is all it takes to feel whole again.

🙏 Why Hanuman Chalisa Will Always Be Part of My Travels

  • It protects you when you don’t even know you need protection

  • It quiets the emotional noise we carry unknowingly

  • It connects you with something greater than distance or time

  • It transforms ordinary moments into deeply spiritual ones

💬 Final Thought

I went to Punjab for fresh air and food,
but I came back with a heart that felt lighter, stronger, and deeply blessed.

All because of a sacred chant,
a plate of chole bhature,
and a moment of truth with myself.

Jai Hanuman Gyan Gun Sagar...
Jai Bajrang Bali 🙏

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