Maybe it is the most visited place in a day. The respected, holy shrine which acts as an area of confession for the guilty, a place for conditional offer to the one within it (wow, this seems a nice term), a way to pass time through just visiting it and showing oneself a devotee, joining a choir just in case they could not find any reliable way to expose themselves leaving it as the least important option to move forward through PR. Many people just enter it as it comes across. Their way helps in obtaining mental peace, a psychological and cultural impact.
There will be marriage parties going on in its surroundings, one behind the center and the next one on its right side. Since the catering services are high in demand and is easier for busy people, they are busy managing red and blue chairs and materials required for the evening since parties in the evening are growing in demand. The one on the back has a big hall and needs no tents outside. But, the next needs a planning of a tent around. Maybe the space inside is quite small or they aren’t allowed to use that room.
Next, a new bride is entering there. Robed in a gold shining, heavy embroidered red sari, blouse and a shawl (red cotton shoes, of course), accompanied by a couple of ladies in her sides, she enters, bows and takes blessings.
After this, a child on his rice-feeding ceremony is carried over inside. Dressed in red shiny polyster-mixed clothes (most probably without shoes) with eyes black by kajal allover, he is bowed before God and is put a red tika on his forehead for blessings.
Also, there is a funeral procession about to go on its left hand side. There is a huge bus stopped from where are about a dozen people coming out one by one. All dressed casually but with a shawl, some are already arranging the woods and straw. Women are sobbing and crying calling out their dear loved one. The corpse is yet to be seen. But it is sure to be seen later.
Here, lies a picture of a life cycle of a man which completes in a day. The very shrine is surrounded by various life rituals. No sides are vacant, too busy a place. We all lie here. That is our destiny. Religion is what binds us and helps maintain a bond of brotherhood.
