You must have heard about sadhus doing unimaginable things like meditating for years or lying on nails without losing their composure. Here are some pictures clicked in 1920 by a photographer in colonial India that speaks volumes about the pain these sadhus endure and still feel the bliss.
Myriad needle-sharp points stabbing into the back of this sadhu but breaking neither his skin nor his slumber:
Chatting on a nail bed:
Reading on a nail bed like it’s a pleasant spring afternoon
And posing on a nail bed – like a boss.
It looks like they’re just going on with their days like it’s really no big a deal. They’ve got some swag up there.
And here I am, panicking at a mere sight of them on those prickly nails.