Prayers go unheard

My prayers go unheard. What confides in that temple? Cried the wanderer.

There is the unique scent of the oil laded diyas, the mouth watering jaggery on the fresh leaflets, Kajal – darker than clouds and the purest tread of jasmine gajras, answered his prayers.

Caption: Simrran Sidhu
Photography: Harsh Singh
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