The heart today longed to flip through the recollection of my journey to the temple on the mountains. I, like other tourists, was not interested to visit the temple as it required climbing series of stairs. But well, things are often unpredictable and by chance. I saw two little girls selling marigold garlands, they appealed me to buy one.
There began a series of conversations they delightfully told me about the miraculous instances happening every now and then which were revealed to them by their grandparents. I was curious as well concerned considering their age. Looking at my incredulous eyes one of the girls said " this too is a miracle that a girl like me talking to them and it's the blessings of the goddess they are able to attend school.
I froze the moment in my camera, any how bought two garlands fascinated by the stories and triggered by excitement set out on my pilgrimage journey.
The place I will keep coming back to, to recharge and replenish.