Today, on Mahashivratri, I’m reminded of an unforgettable incident which happened around 22 years ago. My husband and I were traveling to Mount Abu, a picturesque hill station in Rajasthan, on a night bus. As everyone around me slept, I stayed awake, gazing out the window. The darkness casted an eerie spell on everything – trees, distant lands, and the road ahead.
Suddenly, in the dead of night, I spotted a strong-built man walking along the road, dressed in all-white attire – a cotton vest and dhoti. He was accompanied by a giant bull, and his face remained hidden as he walked in the same direction as our bus. The sight was surreal, and I’d never seen anyone like him before.
The rest is a blur. I don’t recall if our bus passed him or if he vanished into thin air. All I remember is reaching Mount Abu early the next morning, where the hill station was bathed in beauty, with flowers and bhajans of Shiv ji filling the air, celebrating Maha Shivaratri.
I firmly believe that my experience that night was a divine encounter. I saw Lord Shiv ji that day. It’s a memory that I’ll always treasure. Whenever I share this incident, it gives me goosebumps and it strengthens my faith in the divine.
-Arti Mathur
The Momma Clan 
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