Day 3: 6th April 2026
The morning began with a story as old as creation itself: Sri Varaha, the boar incarnation of Vishnu, who lifted the earth from the abyss after slaying the demon Hiranyaksha. Standing at Varaha Kshetra, one could
almost feel the myth breathing through the stones and the river.
Before temple bells, there was river water. We huddled down
the hundred steps to the Koshi, each of us bracing for the chill. But the river
surprised us – gentle, not icy, welcoming rather than daunting. A few dips
later, I felt renewed, as though the fatigue of two days had been washed away.




Climbing back up the steps, I passed fellow pilgrims
descending, each carrying anticipation in their eyes. At the temple, Suma was
already in conversation with the priest, orchestrating puja, naivedya, and
aarti. Soon, the abhisheka began, with offerings she had painstakingly carried.
The morning aarti followed, reverent and powerful, as our group joined in
chanting the Vishnusahasranama. The prayer rose: “Sarve Janaah
Sukhino Bhavanthu” – may all beings be happy.
Security was tight here, and rightly so. The temple complex
houses ancient idols of Varaha and other deities, treasures of faith and
history. Entry at night had been restricted, allowed only after our hotel
confirmed our stay.
Breakfast brought novelty: Seel Roti, a local
delicacy – large rings of coarsely ground rice, deep-fried to crisp perfection –
paired with a curry of potatoes and lentils. A welcome break from our routine
fare. Lunch was prearranged pulao, packed with salads, curds, and chutney,
ready for the road.
Varaha Kshetra, one of Nepal’s Chaar Dhaams, held
more secrets. Just a couple of kilometers away lay a cave where Varaha is said
to have performed penance after lifting the earth. Time, however, was our stern
taskmaster, and we had to forgo the detour.
The road ahead stretched long – 380 km to Bharatpur,
nearly eight hours of travel. Midway, we paused for tea and unpacked our lunch.
The rhythm of the journey was simple: drive, break, sip, laugh, repeat.
By late night, we reached Kushi Lodge and Home Stay.
Dinner was self-prepared – upma, bisi bele bath, and other ready mixes, comfort
food after a taxing ride. The lodge itself was modest but warm. The owner’s
family lived in one section, while our rooms were tucked away in another, with
even an empty godown attached. The host bent over backwards to accommodate us,
and the night’s rest was comfortable.
Day 3 had been a blend of myth and muscle – Varaha’s
legend, river’s embrace, Vasu’s healing touch, and the long road to Bharatpur.
Each step, each chant, each bite of Seel Roti stitched another thread into the
tapestry of our pilgrimage.
1 comment:
Hi Ramesh - You’ve captured not just the places but their spirit; the Koshi felt alive, and Varaha Kshetra seemed to breathe through your words. The blend of myth, ritual, and the small human moments like Vasu’s healing touch, Suma’s quiet devotion, even the Seel Roti made the journey feel intimate and real. Reading your blog was like traveling alongside you. I found a calmness in your writing ...
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