Rath Yatra 2025
- July 5, 2025 ✨
It was evening — almost 8 PM. The town was full of lights and people getting ready for Rath Yatra. But she walked alone to the railway station, quietly.
She wore a simple dress and had a small smile on her face. But inside, she was hiding a deep sadness. No one knew what she was feeling.
She didn’t tell anyone where she was going.
The train came. She sat near the window, looking at the trees, lights, and the dark sky outside. Her mind was full of old memories.
She had never come here with anyone before. But tonight, as she sat alone, she was maybe thinking of someone — someone she once cared about, or someone who quietly walked out of her life. In her mind, she imagined what it would have been like to watch the Rath together. But now, they were gone — some left, some changed, and some were lost forever. The pain was still there, hidden behind her calm face, and the Rath moved on, just like time.
She reached the city just before 8 PM. The streets were crowded. People were happy, shouting “Jai Jagannath!” The big Rath (chariot) was moving slowly, with lights and flowers. Everyone was pulling the ropes and praying.
She didn’t go too close. She walked through the crowd and found a quiet staircase near a sweet shop. She sat there, watching from far.
She didn’t speak. She didn’t cry. She just watched.
The god Jagannath, with big round eyes, was on the Rath (chariot). She looked at him and whispered something in her heart. Maybe it was a prayer, a goodbye. Maybe just silence.
She sat there for two hours. No one talked to her. No one asked her anything. She didn’t want attention.
Then, around 10:30 PM, she stood up and went back to the train station. She returned home the same way she came — quietly.
No one asked where she went. She didn’t tell anyone.
She made some tea, sat by the window, and looked at the night sky.
She was still sad. But she smiled again. The sadness was still there. It always was. But she smiled again — not because she was healed, but because she had survived another day.
Sometimes, that's all we can do.
Because sometimes, even if we are broken inside, we still keep moving. We still show up. We still hope.
And somehow, And that’s enough.
