Coming Full Circle in Haridwar: From Childhood Memories to Thrilling New Discoveries

As a child, I remember clutching my mother’s hand tightly while walking barefoot along the ghats of Haridwar. The scent of incense, the rhythmic chants, the hypnotic flicker of oil lamps during the Ganga Aarti — these memories are etched in my heart like sacred verses. Back then, Haridwar was, to my little mind, a city of prayer, ritual, and devotion. We’d visit Mansa Devi by ropeway, take a dip in the chilly waters at Har Ki Pauri, and return to our hotel wrapped in the calm that only a spiritual town could offer.