Fragments of us

Faith and healing in vrindavan

After the breakup, everything felt like it had fallen apart. I was lost, unable to focus on anything. The pain was unbearable. My heart ached constantly, and I couldn’t understand why things had turned out this way. I kept wondering where I went wrong, what could I have done differently. But life had moved on, and I was stuck in the past.

Then came a time when Samarth and I sat together and decided we needed a break—a chance to heal, to escape from the constant reminder of what we had lost. We both realized that to move forward, we had to let go of our pain. That’s when we decided to go on a trip. Not just any trip, but a spiritual journey to Vrindavan, the land of Lord Krishna.

It wasn’t just about going to a different place; it was about rediscovering a sense of peace and healing. Vrindavan, with its deep-rooted spiritual significance, was a place that felt like it had the power to calm my troubled soul. I wasn’t sure what I expected, but I knew something inside me needed to change.

We made the trip, along with three of our other friends, and arrived in Vrindavan. The moment I stepped into the place where Lord Krishna had once walked, I felt a sense of calm wash over me. The atmosphere was different, filled with devotion and spirituality. People gathered at temples, chanting hymns, and the air was thick with the presence of something greater than any material worries.

As we spent time there, I couldn’t help but reflect on the lessons I had learned from my relationship with Trisha. She had been the one who had introduced me to Krishna, and now, in this sacred place, I began to understand what that truly meant. It wasn’t just about finding love in another person; it was about finding love and peace within yourself.

The trip helped me reconnect with my faith, and over time, the constant ache in my chest began to subside. While I still couldn’t forget Trisha, I began to understand that the pain was part of the process. Healing wasn’t something that would happen overnight, but it was possible.

And even though it’s been more than a year since we parted ways, I couldn’t fully forget or let go of her. She was a chapter in my life that shaped who I am today. But now, I had learned to live with the memories and embrace the lessons. It wasn’t about chasing her anymore—it was about finding myself again.