कल्पना :
Every time I stand before the aarti, something inside me becomes quiet, and yet my eyes fill with tears. I don't always know the reason. Maybe it's devotion, maybe it's gratitude, maybe it's the feeling of being seen and heard without speaking a single word.
The sound of the bells, the sacred chants, the light of the lamps, and the peaceful atmosphere touch a part of my heart that daily life cannot reach. In those moments, all the emotions I carrymy hopes, prayers, struggles, and dreams seem to come to the surface.
These tears are not always tears of sadness. Sometimes they are tears of peace, faith, love, and a deep connection with the Divine. It feels as if my soul recognizes something beautiful and sacred that words cannot explain.
So when I cry during aarti, I don't see it as weakness. I see it as a reminder that my heart is still capable of feeling, believing, and connecting with something greater than myself.
2026-06-06 08:33:52