When your talking to yourself,
and nobodies home.
Lookout for yourself
you cant end this world alone,

Gun's 'N Roses - ESTRANGED

It's 5 in the morning and i was flying through the city streets without a care. I'd been out on some errand and now that it was done i was just driving along without a care, testing the speed limits of my bike.
It's a liberating feeling, to drive as fast as you can, feeling the chilly wind through your hair as your body tries its best to ignore the sensation of going feotal.
At some point of time i ended up on the same road i had been crossing for years now, campion road. And situated on this road is the one and only temple i any longer go to. I have a strange relationship with this place. I only ever go there when the desire suddenly springs up in my heart and only ever pray for others, the gods seem to be prejudiced against granting me anything i want for myself but i guess the dudes are kind enough to give me a lot in life anyway.
As i slowed down and came to an absolute stop near the temple i happenned to notice the beautifull moon shining up in the sky so early in the morning. My mind seeemed to jump back into the distant oblivion im so much more accustomed to than here and now.
I went in, prayed. Theres a strict regiment that i follow when i pray which somehow makes me understnad why people wanted to have all these rites and customs attached to this simple-turned-complex art of praying. having a common system of praying sort of makes us believe theres a higher chance of our prayer gettign answered than maybe if we jsut opned ourselves up to those we pray to.
As my small ritual came to an end and i was about to leave i noticed one single solitary begger lady sitting nearby. Usually very apathetic to the conditions of these fellow earth dwellers, somehow today i felt different. I got off my bike and headed for where she was sitting. She seemed to be shivering, trying to cover herself with her shalws and protect herself form the wind. I wondered what she was doing here. beggers are a common phenomenon at temples but not so early in the morning surely. hardly anyone was up and about at this time in the morning when even the sun hasnt seen the light of day. Was she here early to collect money before all the others came or was she here to pray. Maybe this was where she had slept, having nowhere to go.
With these strange thoguths in mind i headed over to her and sat down next to her in the stone cold road. She turned towards me and gave me a puzzled look I was expecting. I handed her a ten rupee note i found in my wallet and touched her legs. She seemed to take the note subconsciously and kept her attention focused at me, which was somehow very pleasing. It was at this moment of time that is uddenly noticed hwo similar her face was to the mother of one of my friends.
I asked her what her name was and she replied in a slightly hoarse voice, "Parvati". And is if those were magic words she then started smiling at me, a smile i shall remember for quite a while. I would like believe that she was happy simply because someone had taken the time out to sit and talk to her, ask her how and who she was, rather than smile because of the money. Somehow my heart can never believe the latter, maybe its because apart from everything i still want to believe that humanity is still above everything else. I sat and chatted with her for a while. Asked her to pray that my prayers be answered that the person whom i prayed for recover very soon.
She suddenly went of into a small blessing that were all so accustomed to hear from any such person after we give them any money, but again her eyes did not have the fake pretence that usually accompanies these. She was genuinely hoping that whatever she was saying would happen.
i got up and left for my home then and suddenly, as i switched on my ipod and heard dear old Axl singing November Rain, i was overcome with emotion. And right now ist and wonder, could this be for real. Do i really like someone that much. What i do know for sure is, I hope to see her happy, always.
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Its now 6 o clock on this very same morning as i finish this small memory. In the end i jsut want to look up at the moon and wish that in the coming future i shall look at it again, not alone with 'her' by my side.