"did you go to a temple," asked my friend the vodka-and-lime, when we sat across the table at the cellar tonight.
"yes," i said, putting my hand involuntarily to my sandal-paste-smeared temple. "today is my son's birthday. ambi took me to the temple."
"did you offer worship," asked my friend the atheist and the leftist, after taking a sip.
"of course, i did," i said. "i stood before the sanctum sanctorum with folded palms...as they all do."
and i added, giving the exact picture: "i didn't prostrate before the deity, as most others did."
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2 comments:
Hi Ammavan...ani here. So glad to wander upon your blog. I'll be following it and hopefully inspired too!
your mom was here last week. talked about you. felt happy...and proud.
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