Pandurang mama was a very famous person around his village. He was a devotee of Shri Hari and attended all the temple functions without fail.
He had a group of people who would walk with him to the temple. The procession had now increased as many people joined them from other villages as well.
This time they were going to a temple slightly far from the usual temples. The function was at night with Prasad, so it was expected to be late.
All of them had carried some extra fruits and water with them as well.
For them to reach the temple, they had to cross the forests, a small hill and an internal road, then finally reaching the village where the temple was.
The journey to and from the temple was an interesting one as they sang songs of the God, naam jap and some people shared experiences of shri Hari's miracles.
Little did Pandurang mama know that he was to witness his own this time.
By the time they left the temple this time it was too late. It was almost midnight , as the purohit's family had insisted on giving some food and Prasad to take back home for each of the travellers.
Now that it was midnight, they were tired but still decided to have a series of naam jap on the way. Only one of the members would be responsible for saying the name out loud while others were to listen.
They were now at the end of the village road and were going towards the hill. The people next to Pandurang mama started getting towards the side. Pandurang mama was puzzled.
The person next to him asked him whether he could not see the big procession. But he was too busy to get scared in the next few seconds. Everyone except for Pandurang mama were shivering.
They all quickly crossed that road and started on the hilly region. Pandurang mama was the person saying the Hari naam loudly this time. So while he was puzzled about their behaviour he knew something was off.
They all reached the hill , there the people started asking Pandurang mama how he could not see the crowd that had almost swished through them on the road.
Apparently, there was crowded procession of people carrying flames and wearing white clothes going towards the village. They all passed through them as if they were made of air.
But Pandurang mama swore that he did not see any of it and saw a normal road. While he was the only one chanting the name of the almighty. Everyone then understood the power of belief and thus found a new incident that they could share next time.
