Rameswaram: Where I became my name Archana – a divine offering

Historians wrote.
Geologists measured.
Archaeologists excavated.
Spiritual seekers meditated.

They all converge—knowingly or not—upon the same eternal thread:
The tale of the Ramayana, the divine journey of Shri Ram.

But in 2025, this tale found me.
And I found myself tracing the footsteps of destiny or may be a summon to my soul,
to a place where time kneels and legends rise as living truth — Rameswaram.

My Journey Unfolded Like a Sacred Scroll

Day 1: The Arrival – Into the Silence of the Divine

The road from Bangalore to Rameswaram was long, but time felt elastic. The temple welcomed me in the hush of twilight. Bells rang—not just outside, but inside me.

Day 2: Waters That Speak

I bathed in the sacred 22 theerthams. Every drop held memory. Every splash washed more than just skin.

In the evening, I walked to Ramar Padam, where Shri Ram’s footprints are etched into the land—and now, into my soul. The floating stones—silent yet loud—spoke of history with a softness no textbook could.

And then, Dr. Abdul Kalam’s home. Two visionaries—Shri Ram and Dr. Kalam—once walked these sands.I stood where they stood.And that meant something.

Day 3: Dhanushkodi – Where Time Surrenders

At sunrise, I stood where Ram Setu began.
A mere speck on the timeline of time, whispering to the spirit of Shri Ram—still lingering in the salty breeze, the sacred sands, the silence. This was not just a visit. It was a becoming.

Until now, Archana was just a name I answered to.
But in Rameswaram, I came to live its meaning—
A divine offering, a soul surrendered to the spirit of Shri Ram.

I whispered to His omnipresent aura:
If I could travel back in time, could I have been part of this vision?
Could I have been just a squirrel… the one who carried a grain of sand for the Setu… the one who earned a divine caress?

In that moment, I didn’t want to be mighty. I just wanted to be worthy.

They say Shri Ram left His fingerprints on the squirrel’s back—a mark of eternal gratitude.
Could I carry that same touch in my spirit?

Then a moment came, as the waves danced at my feet.
I closed my eyes…
And I was no longer Archana in 2025.

I was there—where the Vanar Sena gathered.
I heard war cries of courage, felt the stillness of devotion.
And then, I saw it—Ram Setu—not with my eyes, but with my soul.

Built stone by stone.
Will by will.
A bridge that defied tides and logic.
A bridge born of purpose, love, and divine execution.

I didn’t experience God’s particle at CERN.
I found it where the ocean kisses earth with reverence.
Where devotion became a mission, and faith became stone.
Where a bridge was built— Not just across a sea, but across impossibility itself.

Here are few shots I took enroute and at Rameswaram