The Brahmin was tired.... Too much of traveling happened during the day.
But it was also a sunday. He always made it a point to visit the local temple and offer his prayers to the lord. But today even though the temple was on his current path, he was tempted a lot to return to the shelter of his home. He looked out from his bus and saw clouds gathering in the sky. That made him even more lethargic. Also the hot day had made him sweat profusely and he was badly in need of a bath. How can he have a darshan without a bath? He decided that he will give the temple a skip.
As the bus approached the temple, he felt a throb in his heart. Of course god wants the pure mind of a devotee, not his body. He looked at himself. He was totally shabby. He felt his hair, they were completely ruffled and dry. Still he could not stop himself from getting down at the bus stop next to the temple. Determined, he walked towards the temple which was roughly a kilometer away.
Within a few seconds came the downpour. It was not a drizzle, it was heavy shower. He cursed himself for getting down from the bus. It was turning out to be a horrible decision. And even though the Brahmin remembered running for 2 minutes, by the time he was at the temple corridor he was drenched. From head to toe. The temple priest eyed him and muttered," You seem to be well -washed. Go on, the aarti has just started. You are on time".
After his prayer the Brahmin walked towards his home, enjoying the clear sky of the evening.
But it was also a sunday. He always made it a point to visit the local temple and offer his prayers to the lord. But today even though the temple was on his current path, he was tempted a lot to return to the shelter of his home. He looked out from his bus and saw clouds gathering in the sky. That made him even more lethargic. Also the hot day had made him sweat profusely and he was badly in need of a bath. How can he have a darshan without a bath? He decided that he will give the temple a skip.
As the bus approached the temple, he felt a throb in his heart. Of course god wants the pure mind of a devotee, not his body. He looked at himself. He was totally shabby. He felt his hair, they were completely ruffled and dry. Still he could not stop himself from getting down at the bus stop next to the temple. Determined, he walked towards the temple which was roughly a kilometer away.
Within a few seconds came the downpour. It was not a drizzle, it was heavy shower. He cursed himself for getting down from the bus. It was turning out to be a horrible decision. And even though the Brahmin remembered running for 2 minutes, by the time he was at the temple corridor he was drenched. From head to toe. The temple priest eyed him and muttered," You seem to be well -washed. Go on, the aarti has just started. You are on time".
After his prayer the Brahmin walked towards his home, enjoying the clear sky of the evening.
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