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believed a goddess stepped foot there ages before (evidenced by a humanesque footprint in the rocks, now enshrined as well and visited by travelers, like me). Like most of the architecture in India, the temple is ornately beautiful, but what inspires me the most is the indoor mandapa, or meditation room, in the back of the memorial. Entering, everything is pitch black save for an Om backlit in glowing green on the back wall. My eyes adjust and upon the marble floor in front of the Om are a variety of pilgrims, some in religious garb, others in baseball caps, kneeling or sitting cross-legged in meditation. I join them and watch the Om. In this environment, with

the green light shining from behind, all else begins to fade and we are left with a cool rock floor and the hovering green symbol of the entire Universe (nee: existence). Impossibly, breaths bring sea saltiness, but inside, I cannot hear the waves of Kanyakumari. It’s as if this is a foreign place, even more foreign than India itself. There is a meditative silence shared by master yogis in a tradition of centuries and by tourists in epiphany. Origin nor experience matters here; the Om light blankets our faces evenly. That’s all really deep stuff, I’m aware. But remember what I said earlier, I have a difficult time explaining the feels of places,

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