The thought of writing occurrs at weirdest places you can imagine. Today it occurred to me while I was in a flight heading to Bangalore I had quite an experience to visit the Golden temple at amristsar (U can just take the scene from jab we met of missing train, chasing it with a cab and minus the joy of reaching the destination) anyways, talking about the urge to visit a temple has always been high in my life. Reading Eat Pray Love, thorough out my journey I realized how I reach out to god! For the past 2 weeks it has been quite a few good ones. Praying hasn't been difficult for me, it's imbibed into me as a kid(All thanks to the Brahmin family which I was born in, where day begins with mantra and jap) I am a god loving person, nevertheless a god fearing one too I once as a kid asked my grandma (I was 6-8yrs old) why people break coconut outside temple and never pick them up! She said it's an offering when God delivers what you asked for & Voila! I had a
The world through my eyes :)