When Baba Called… ft. Kainchi Dham
I literally have no words. I am still processing everything. It is almost 2 AM, and out of nowhere, I felt this strong urge to write. I picked up my laptop, said a small prayer to Neem Karoli Baba, and just started typing while “Sita Ram” and my favourite “Kashi Vishwanath Gange” by Krishna Das played softly in the background.
BABA CALLED ME! YAYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I clearly remember it was Hanuman Jayanti, and I was completely confused about where to go. And then suddenly something just clicked. I did not think twice. I booked my tickets to Nainital instantly. I had no itinerary, no plan, nothing at all. I just decided to go with the flow.
The next night around 11:30 PM, I boarded a bus from Delhi. I was excited, but there was also this slight fear inside me. I travel solo often, but this felt different. It felt like something I had been calling into my life for days. I had been manifesting a visit to Kainchi Dham, and somehow it was finally happening.
I do not even remember when I first felt connected to Baba. But every time I look at his picture, there is this strange sense of comfort. It feels like he is right there, quietly listening.
I have always loved Osho. He made me more rational and fearless, and because of that, I do not believe things easily. I need to experience them. Maano mat, jaano. So trusting Baba took time for me.
Then the dreams started. I would see Baba sitting on his wooden bed, just looking at me. Not saying anything, just being there. I cannot explain it, but those dreams stayed with me.
The real shift happened during my solo trip to Banaras. I was genuinely scared at that time. I remember praying to Baba, almost desperately. And at the very next station, I met my Japanese companions. We explored Banaras together, laughed, shared stories, and somehow became friends for life.
When I look back now, it does not feel like coincidence. It feels like something much deeper.
Since that day, I always pray before I travel alone. And every time, things somehow fall into place. Baba takes care of me. I feel it.
Coming back to this journey, my bus was a seater because I was on a budget. The passengers behind me started creating a scene at midnight because of a seat issue. I did not argue. I simply filed a complaint. Within minutes, I was shifted to a sleeper seat.
At that time, it felt like a small win. Now it feels like care.
I reached Haldwani around 7 AM and took another bus to Kainchi Dham. The air felt so fresh. The AQI was amazing, and for the first time in a while, I felt like I could breathe properly. The mountains just have a way of doing that.
The journey took about two hours. The bus stopped on the way, and I had coffee while standing in the middle of the hills. I met a newly married couple there, and we somehow ended up talking about geopolitics and Baba’s miracles. He had a PhD in Politics, which made the conversation even more interesting.
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There was a lot of traffic that day, so we decided to walk for some time. We walked almost a kilometre and then stopped to have pahadon wali Maggi. It was simple, but it felt perfect in that moment. After that, we said our goodbyes and went our separate ways.
As I got closer to Kainchi Dham, something inside me started to change. My heart felt full in a way I cannot really explain.
And then I was finally there.
I bought pedha as prasad for Baba. I was a little scared to leave my shoes at a nearby shop because I had only one pair, but I had no other option. The temple was crowded since it was the weekend, but none of that really mattered to me anymore.
As I stood in the line and slowly moved forward, I could feel my emotions building up. And the moment I stepped inside, I just could not hold it in anymore.
I started crying. Not out of sadness, but something much deeper. It felt like pure joy, like a release.
It felt like my soul already knew this place. Like I was not visiting for the first time, but coming back to something that had always been mine.
When I saw Baba’s idol, I just stood there, completely still. I offered the prasad and then noticed his wooden bed. And that was it. I broke down completely.
I had nothing to ask for. No wishes, no questions. It felt like everything about me was already known. I did not need to say anything.
That silence felt enough.
While leaving the temple, I received boiled chana as prasad. I do not know how to explain it, but it tasted different. It felt pure. It felt calming in a strange way.
The entire place had this energy that stayed with me.
And in that moment, I just knew this is where I belong. This is the place my soul feels at home.
But Baba’s miracles do not stop here.
I will be writing Part 2 soon, because picture abhi baaki hai mere dost.
Love,
Evren.
