When More Is Less 

December 5, 2025

Dr Tanu jain

Chief executive officer
Bareilly cantonment board
Ministry of defence

As many times as I go,

and as many times as I return,

I realise — it’s never enough.

 

There is something so profoundly anchoring in the Himalayas —

something that silences every chaos within.

Each time I leave, a part of me stays behind,

left there in quiet surrender,

in search of the Lord.

 

The vibrations, the air, the sanctity of those mountains —

they call me back again and again.

It doesn’t feel like travel anymore;

it feels like homecoming.

 

My heart belongs there.

Perhaps that’s why the world outside feels weightless —

as if I’m here, yet not entirely here.

I move through life, but a part of me still lingers

on those winding paths of Badrinath and Kedarnath,

where every gust of wind feels like divine breath.

 

At times, my anxiety rises

when I see others walking those sacred paths —

standing before Kedarnath,

breathing that energy I ache to feel again.

I want to be there — right now —

not just physically, but emotionally, mentally, spiritually.

To travel not across land, but within consciousness.

 

The Himalayas have a strange way of humbling the ego.

They don’t just test endurance;

they dissolve the self that seeks.

Up there, the silence isn’t empty — it is eloquent.

It speaks in the language of the soul,

where every sound, every breeze, every pebble

vibrates with the presence of the Divine.

 

And as I walk through those high valleys,

I understand why sages called this land Deva Bhumi —

the Abode of Gods.

It’s not merely a geography; it’s a state of grace.

So many times i feel the echoes from Kedar Khand

 

“In Kedarkhand, the Lord Himself resides in the form of Jyotirlinga.

Whosoever beholds Him with a pure heart, attains liberation even while living.”

(Skanda Purana, Kedar Khand 25:35)

“The mere thought of Kedarnath sanctifies the mind;

the mere journey towards Him redeems generations.”

(Kedar Khand 27:12)

“Those who dwell in the land of snow,

even for a few days,

attain the merit that sages earn through lifetimes of penance.”

(Kedar Khand 31:18)

In the silence of Kedarnath,

I don’t just find peace — I find presence.

The journey no longer feels like an ascent to a temple;

it feels like a descent into the self.

Perhaps that is why,

no matter how many times I go,

it is never enough.

Because each journey peels another layer of illusion,

bringing me closer — not to the mountains —

but to the Divine that lives within them,

and within me.