Patan to Ambaji — Where Faith Has a Heartbeat (and a Hill That Watches Over It) | Nikhil Pattani
Some drives clear your head. This one rearranged something deeper. Leaving Patan before sunrise, I was headed toward Ambaji Temple — revered as one of the holiest shrines of Shakti worship. Mythology believes this is where the heart of Sati fell, turning the land into a permanent epicentre of divine feminine power. Translation? You don’t visit Ambaji. You step into living mythology. The Temple That Refuses to Show You God Here is what disrupts every expectation — there is no idol. Instead, the goddess is worshipped through the sacred Visa Yantra, hidden from direct view. No visual drama. No ornamented deity. Just raw energy. Faith here is not about seeing. It is about sensing. The bells don’t ring — they vibrate through you. Then Comes the Real Power Move: Gabbar A few kilometres away rises Gabbar Hill — believed to be the original seat of the goddess. If Ambaji is the heartbeat, Gabbar is the pulse. Climbing the hill (yes, your lungs will file a complaint), I noticed thousands of lamp...
