…radhi gave me a bear hug as soon as I got out of the car. You know, it’s a different feeling when your sis hugs you particularly, if you meet her like you have an appointment with a dentist. i.e. once or twice in a month. That day we had planned to go to Bhima Shankar as it was republic holiday and dad n viru kaka had an off…which is once in a blue moon for daddy…I had bunked the flag hoisting ceremony in our college for which I would be heavily fined I knew but still, its rare…meeting up with kin n spending tym. So there we were, in the car at 7:30 in the morning chatting, listening music, n obviously gossiping about d happenings of radhi’s lyf. (Read between the lines)…The roads were good, which is a phenomenon in Pune with scenic beauty of the topography through which we were passing by- the sahyadris.
It was almost noon when we reached Bhima Shankar-a holy place having lord Shiva’s temple, which is one of the twelve jyotirlingas.Okay, so this was one facet why the place was so crammed. And the other one, I heard, there was some sanctuary to see. Personally, I don’t like visiting such places. This feeling was all the more strengthened when I was there. Firstly, these places are far-off. The traveling span drains you a lot. Secondly, you have to wait in a queue, (which we did for three and a half hours!!) With sweaty, stinky and manner less people. Who keep quarrelling either to squeeze themselves in the line or just to retain their position where they are standing. So this was how we passed our time…standing in the row and fighting with the lady who was standing behind us. She was continuously pushing me and bickering, “chalte raho…time waste mat karo.” I was so pissed off by her that I snapped back, “Why do you even walk? Go flying till the temple. That will be quicker than walking!!!”….ha-ha-ha…
And after surviving so much of bafflement, you don’t even get ample time in the temple. We were lucky (by exactly 3 minutes) to enter the temple before it was closed for the afternoon prayers. This made priya kaki’s temper go off like a rocket…thankfully the cool bislery water managed to calm her down…!
It was 4 ‘o’ clock when we left for our drive back home…n suddenly all realized that they were hungry like hell. Nothing in the stomach since morning 8…no doubt ppl say they forget hunger n thirst when they go on such religious yatras chanting the name of God…though nothing lyk that in our case (that includes me n radhi, rest i don't know) we had our “lunner” at a good dhabha…starting back for our homes. Finally finally we reached home at 10 ‘o’ clock, too exhausted by standing in the scorching sun but somehow contented by visiting such sacred place…God knows how that happiness comes after such pains!
-Wildheartbeats
