"Life is like a rollercoaster,
it has its own ups and downs,
but it's your choice to scream or enjoy the ride...
When life's rollercoaster throws you off track, do you scream or hold on tight? For Ira and Rudraksh, the journey is far from smooth. O...
At the steps of the massive temple, Ira was standing with a warm smile on her face. It's intricate carvings and majestic architecture brought a sense awe in her expression. Statues of golden lions in sitting position on the either sides of the entrance welcomed everyone. A gentle breeze rustled from nearby trees carried the sweet incense of flower accompanied by soft chanting of prayers and tinkling of bells.
With reverence, she adjusted the pen and the notebook between her armpits, and bowed down in order to perform the customary gesture of respect—her fingers delicately grazed the ground before touching her forehead followed by chest with closed eyes.
She removed her sandals, putting them aside feeling the cool white marble beneath her weary feet, and walked to a nearby tap. The gentle gurgle of water tickled her limbs, cleansing away the market dirt and chaos.
Refreshed, she entered the main temple. The grandeur and serenity enveloped her with its calm and tranquil atmosphere. She reached up to ring the massive bell hanging from the ceiling. Its deep and resonate tone echoes through the space. Clasping hands in prayer, she bowed before the deity of Lord Krishna and Radha Rani, seeking blessings and peace.
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"Kanha ji, Radha Rani, You know everything. I am sorry, I don't understand what to ask for. I just want peace in my life. Give me whatever you think is right. But yes, please give my parents enough wisdom so that they don't fight all the time. I lose my mind. Also, I need blessings so that I can stand on my own feet. That's it, nothing else."
As she prayed in her mind, the world receded, connecting her to the divine. The soft glow of diyas and sweet fragrance of incense filled the air, calming her troubled mind. Bowing for the last time, she again rand tgat massive bell and stepped out walking backward without turning around.
The warm evening sunlight bathed her in its golden hues, while lush grass soothed her feet. Vibrant flowers, rustling leaves, bird's chirping, and humming bees filled the air. She paused, drinking in the serenity with a wide smile. Beside a lotus pond, she watched playful cranes and ducks playing there.
Under an ancient Ashoka tree's shade, Ira sat comfortably, feeling rugged bark. She pulled out her notebook and pen, settling into the serene atmosphere. Her pencil glided across the paper capturing the gentle curves of the lotus pond, the vibrant blooms, and the ancient tree's twisted branches.
Time dissolved as she sketched, lost in the symphony of nature.
A group of women strolled by, their colorful saris fluttering in the breeze and hands gesturing in round patterns as they talked.
One of them, with kind eyes and a warm smile stopped beside Ira. "Wow, Beta! Very good," she praised, admiring the sketch.
Ira lifted her head, her innocent eyes meeting the woman's. A gentle smile spread across her face.
The woman's smile mirrored Ira's, her eyes crinkling at the corners. "Keep creating, Beta. You have talent." And with a nod, she rejoined her companions, leaving Ira to her art.
