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  • My parents are deeply religious Hindus. I don't follow any religion. I think I don't follow anything or anyone. But sometimes I tag along with them to temples. They like it very much. I like to see them happy. Their only request at such times is that I keep my mouth shut and that I don't ask questions or act in any way that might hurt their or someone's religious sentiments. I say, Ok. :-|

    Once we visited an ancient temple close to our city. Lots of villagers from nearby villages visit this temple. You would find very few people from the city there. City dwellers visit cleaner city temples.

    I found that place very beautiful.

    As usual my mom bought a plate full of flowers and different offerings for the deity. I held it in my hands while she and dad stood ahead of me in the queue. Yes, there is always a queue in Hindu temple to offer flowers and prayers to the deity. I waited patiently.

    There was an old woman standing behind me. She smiled at me. I smiled at her. I felt like she wanted to say something but she looked away. After a few minutes, the queue moved a little. I looked back and she said to me quite hesitantly 'Could I borrow a flower from your plate for the deity? I don't have money to buy flowers today.'

    I handed over the entire bunch of flowers from my plate to her. She refused to take them all. I told her, 'Please take it, it's Ok'. She said, 'No! Please give me one and you offer the rest to the Gods'. I told her,' It's Ok, it did not matter if I offered or she offered the flowers - as it was going to the same God'.

    Her face brightened and she said fine, I will take it all! She blessed me many times and happily held the flowers in her hands.

    I think that day, for once, my parents were not embarrassed by what I did or said in a temple.
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