This week’s Tuesday Photo Challenge prompt from Frank is “Worship”.
Kamakhya Temple, Nilachal Hills, Guwahati, Assam, India. Photo taken by author in April, 2009.
Legend goes that when Sati, wife of Bhagawan Shiva died, Shiva carried her body on his shoulders and roamed the universe in grief. All gods (Devatas) became worried because Shiva’s son was supposed to help win the heavens for the Devatas from the demons. As Shiva and Sati did not have any issue, Devatas prayed to Bhagawan Vishnu for help. Vishnu, with his Sudarshan chakra cut Sati’s body to pieces. Everywhere Sati’s body part fell became an important place of worship of Shakti (power) and became known as Shakti Peetha. Kamakhya is one of the most important of fifty one Shakti Peethas as per legend, as Sati’s vagina ( yoni) fell here.
Millions visit the temple each year. During middle to third week of June every year in the monsoon season when the river Brahmaputra that flows by Nilachal Hills is in full spate, the temple is closed for three days. It is believed that the deity ( Devi or Ma Kamakhya) goes through her annual menstrual cycle during those three days. The door of the temple is opened to the public on the fourth day. The festival is called Ambubachi and hundreds of thousands of devotees visit the temple every year during those four days.
This post is in response to Linda’s #1OneLinerWednesday.
When one is extremely depressed, it is good to remember that it’s not the end of the world, there is always a tomorrow and the sun will come up in the morning.
My original post was ” Instant gratification always leaves a unsavory after taste”, but then something happened today morning to change my post.
We are in the middle of a kitchen remodelling project that is now seriously past the original schedule and, surprise, surprise, seriously over budget. Nothing new there, you will say. Please hear me out and you will understand ( and may sympathize with our plight). Originally schedule of completion was end of February, 2019. Cabinets that were coming in from out of state, came in much before schedule. That itself may have rang the warning bells. Before schedule? Lo and behold, when after couple of weeks, installers were ready to install the cabinets, they found one cabinet to be of smaller size and two end panels unfinished. Everything went downhill from there. New orders went out from the cabinet designer with expected delivery of April 8 to April 12. So no work for three to four weeks. In between the guy who was fabricating the granite counter tops became sick and hospitalized and the job that was supposed to start mid March was not started yet ( hopefully by this Friday, emphasis on “hopefully”).
One bright spot was yesterday afternoon when the cabinet and the panels arrived. Ah, at last we were seeing the light at the end of the tunnel. But today morning a landslide closed the tunnel. The new cabinet this time was larger and only one panel arrived. So back to square one. Another month (?) of uncertainty and back to cooking in the garage with the stove and the microwave separated by a distance of twenty plus feet and zig zagging through wrapped up furnitures, balancing plates of food in your hand.
Oh, well! Still alive and kicking. Nightmare will end tomorrow.
Sailing down the river of passion
At breakneck speed,
If we had time
To catch our breath,
Thousands of ways
I could have told you
How much I loved you.
Now as life is winding down,
And before the call comes,
I will just take a moment, and
Without much ado,
I love you.
I love you.
When you lie awake at night
Worried about the future,
Let me embrace you.
As you listen to my
Heartbeats calling your name,
And my fingers run gently
Through your hair,
Let me take your worries,
And share as we
Share our love.
And as you blissfully
Doze off to the
Land of the dreams,
Let me stay awake for you.
Don’t ask me for the moon
I won’t be able to bring it to you
Don’t ask me to build a Taj Mahal
I won’t be able to live without you
Don’t ask me for my heart, my love
Moment I saw you, I lost my heart
It now belongs to you
Where we end up I do not care