IN THE PREMISES OF A TEMPLE

Sitting near the garden

There are some priests in white- clad dhoti-kurta, listening to the Aarti goin on

Then there are some who are busy chanting Krsihna hymns

And there are some who are sitting on the staircase of the temple entrance

Busy gossiping, some are thinking, some are smiling, some are laughing, some are lost in their own world

Near the edge of the boundary of the temple, where the beautiful and picturesque view is available, there stands a young couple in their 20s, holding hands, smiling at each other, the girl is whispering something in the ears of her man

Beside the cheeky couple, a little far away stands a group of 5 middle aged men most probably in their 40s, discussing about their neighbour’s argument with his boss regarding the loan which the former had asked for

In the green garden lush full of tiny tots with broken teeth and a handful of tension prevailing on their innocent faces about the yummy Prasad which is about to be finished by their counterpart kiddos

Exiting the kiddos, come the teenaged girls with camera in their hands and a heavy ‘Shehnaz Hussain kinda makeup on their fair or to say “appearing to be fair faces”

Clicking the pics of each other and deciding the poses to be uploaded on FB

Now the group pic is going on, I heard a loud” cheese”

Tardily the music played for the Aarti is increasing

Hare Krishna Hare Krishna Krsihna Krishna Hare Hare

Hare Ram Hare Ram Ram Ram Hare Hare

From the boundary, the huge signboard of AIRTEL with a red background and a sign of  ” C” written in a rear position is visible to me

The diyas are being lighted

Its evening prayer time

Coming to the deities, they are dressed in flashy pink and blue

Looking adorable

The fragrance of the incense stick is being felt now

It’s of sandalwood, or maybe of jasmine, hard to tell

Whatever it maybe, it smells sweet

Has made me forget all my stress

I love it

My phone rings now

Its my crazy roomie

Searching for me

I did not attend the call

I am hungry

Want to leave the temple premise but the sweet incense smell is not allowing me to go

I am missing my grandma

She was the one who used to bring me to the temples

I am getting late

I must leave

I must leave the sweet unknown fragrance behind

I must leave the bitter memories behind which are making me senti right now

I must leave the negativities behind

I must leave the stress behind

I must leave the gloominess behind

I must leave the melancholy behind

Its high time, I must leave

Rather, move ahead in life

Create my own path

Choose my own destiny

Make it mine

I want to win and loose a little

I want to laugh and cry a little

I want to think

think\and think

Want to go far away  from this madding crowd

In my own world

World full of dreams

World full of positivism

Wolrd full of promises which are always kept

World full of emotions which are never hurt

World full of relations which are ready to battle any tide

Let me first make such a world...
This religious institution has allowed me to search for the "ME"