Mumbai in July is fraught with peril. Dark clouds hovering above, ready to drench you at a moment’s notice. I was out in the city, passing by Prabhadevi one such Tuesday evening in July 2022. I don’t remember what unavoidable reason urged me to brave the weather, but I clearly remember the queue. Snaking around the main road, people sandwiched between barricades to enter the Siddhivinayak temple. My kaali-peeli driver snorted at my appalled expression, informing me helpfully that it takes at least three hours to get a darshan inside. “You would be mad to visit on a Tuesday,” he had remarked. And yet, it seemed madness was a small price to pay for devotion. Devotion propels you to keep one foot after another, take on a pilgrimage, and cross miles to finally earn a glimpse of your gods. Pilgrimage is the original art of travel, the act of journeying outward to feel more aligned inward. But the last two decades have polished the simplicity and penance of pilgrimage in India and birthed a booming trend that we now call spiritual tourism. Where one had to take on an treacherous trek to reach Kedarnath before 2010, now it is a choice that mostly the fit, adventure seekers take, as the rest pile on helicopters to cut through most of the ordeal.



