Bhool Bhulaiya – The Labyrinth

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Mystery is always attractive and intriguing. Nothing in the world has more attracting power than mystery. Life itself is a mystery, we never know what is next and where it takes us,very similar to the place where we are in, Bhool Bhulaiya – the labyrinth at BaraImambara. This is the very first thought that struck our mind when we stepped in this epitome of mystery.



View from the top 




Well, history feels much better when felt.
 As soon as we stepped inside this huge architecture, 
we felt that we have come to a different life 
in a different era.





We could feel the goosebumps and the mystery surrounded us
 even more as we started getting inside it.

 

It was our first trip to Imambara
 but it felt like we have been here before
 and that is where the mystery deepened.


   

Bara Imambara is composed of two words,
Bara meaning big and Imambara means shrine.
It is built by Shia Muslims for the purpose of Azadari 
better termed as Mourning of Muharram. 
 




Standing inside a narrow, dark, pathway and 
witnessing such wonder acts 
gave us a strange feeling. 


   



Just like our lives here too the paths are winding
 and built to mislead us, 
all we need is a guide and 
take a leap of faith to reach out to the light…..



 Photographs by Neha 
 Written by Risav & Neha















Location: Lucknow, Uttar Pradesh, India

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