Step into the heartfelt journey of a volunteer serving in the sacred corridors of Kashi. From offering water to pilgrims to assisting the elderly
Arrival at the Temple Gates
The first rays of sunlight peeked over the temple spires as I arrived for my day of seva — selfless service — in the sacred corridor of our beloved temple. The air was crisp, charged with the quiet energy of devotion. Before beginning, I offered a silent prayer: Let my hands serve as instruments of peace and humility today.
Sweeping the Sacred Path
My seva began with something simple yet sacred — sweeping the temple corridor. With every stroke of the broom, I wasn’t just clearing away dust; I was cleansing my ego. Other volunteers moved quietly beside me. We didn’t need words — just the shared rhythm of seva, done not for recognition but as an offering to the Divine.
Guiding Devotees
As morning darshan began, I moved to assist the flow of devotees. Some came barefoot and wide-eyed, others with tears in their eyes. My role was to guide them gently, ensuring the sanctity of the space and the comfort of all. One elderly woman paused to say, “Beta, thank you.” That brief moment of connection reminded me: service to people is service to God.
Water for the Weary
It was already getting warm, so I helped set up clay pots and metal cups for drinking water. Pilgrims arriving after long journeys stopped for a sip and a moment’s rest. Some smiled in gratitude; others simply nodded. Each act, however small, felt like an offering at the altar of humanity.
Prasadam Distribution
Serving prasadam — the blessed food — was one of the most humbling parts of the day. As I placed warm rice and sabzi onto waiting plates, I was reminded that there is dignity in every task, and feeding others is one of the highest forms of love. The smiles I received in return were more nourishing than the food itself.
Midday Reflection
Between tasks, I found a quiet corner near the sanctum to rest. Watching the gentle bustle of devotees, I reflected on the beauty of seva. It’s not about doing grand things — it’s about showing up with sincerity, again and again, no matter how small the task.
Final Rounds and Cleanup
As evening approached, we swept once more, picked up scattered sandals, and wiped down benches. Every motion felt like a quiet prayer. We worked in silence, not out of exhaustion, but out of reverence. The temple corridor, now clean and peaceful, shimmered in the golden light of dusk.
Arti and Gratitude
The day closed with the temple arti — lamps glowing, bells ringing, chants filling the air. I stood with fellow volunteers, our hearts full. Tired? Yes. But in a way that felt fulfilling, not draining. Seva isn’t about what you give — it’s about what you receive in return: clarity, connection, and deep inner peace.
Final Thoughts
Today, I swept a floor, handed out food, and poured water. But in doing so, I also washed away a bit of my self-centeredness, fed my soul, and quenched my thirst for purpose.
Seva in the temple corridor isn’t just an act of service — it’s a spiritual practice. And I can’t wait to return.
