Out of many of my childhood memories, the one which I reminisce is the regular visit to Hanuman temple with my mother every Tuesday. More than the devotion, it had become a habit for me. Early morning the sun shines at the raised spire (Shikhara) of the temple, which features the symbol of the sun and gradually illuminates the stairs and temple’s entrance. The temple flag (orange colored) waves with the rhythm of the wind. The ambiance was mesmerizing with peace and spirituality. However, there was something unpleasant which would disturb this tranquility. I would be horrified to see people…
Indian-Sage
by Prateek Khamesra