Something Changed in Me.....
I was born a theist. As with most Indian families, I too was taught to worship God from the time I can remember. Around the age of 14, I had a fight with God, to put it simply . I became a passive theist. I would do and follow what my family asked me to, but my heart was somewhere else. While I did not believe in God, my family did and I believed my family. I would go to temples and marvel at the beauty of the idol. Not for a moment believing that this piece of stone can give me real happiness. I would spend time keenly observing the varied decorations and features of the idol. Yet as soon as I would step away from the sanctum, I would not remember anything from the last few minutes. This is a peculiar mystery that I have no clue about. Going to a temple has never been my first instinct. Though, when I knew I was going to get my car, I decided to take it to a nearby temple for Pooja. Today, was a big day for me. While the car was an achievement, an even bigger on...