The devotee stood barefoot before the temple steps as dawn painted the sky in gold. The sound of bells echoed softly, and the fragrance of incense filled the air. With folded hands and trembling eyes, he looked toward Mata Ji’s divine form, feeling every worry melt away. Her calm face shone with compassion, as if she already knew every pain hidden in his heart.He bowed his head and whispered his prayer, not asking for wealth or power, only for strength and guidance. In that sacred silence, he felt a warm peace surround him, like a mother’s gentle embrace. Tears rolled down his cheeks, but they were tears of relief, faith, and gratitude.For the devotee, Mata Ji was not only a goddess on the altar—she was courage in fear, hope in darkness, and endless love in every feel

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