Went today to Mylapore temple after so many failed attempts from my side previously that it is funny to even recollect them .After the marriage i promised my self that i would come there and offer prayers to the Gods.A simple thing . But the thng i noticed many times was when ever i tried to go there there would be some obstacle after another . Firstly it was the distance , secondly my journeys to chennai were always added with confusion , tiredness and ..hectic. So i post poned the trip , re-postponed and finally I went there today quietly .God , has this strange ways of communicating things to us . He stopped me so many times and finally when there is no more a father i go there as if nothing happened .
The temple was so full of memories that it is difficult to go there any more .
Me and Dad eating the pulihora prasadam and dad coming there so many times .
Me , Amma , nanna going there in 2006 for the morning trip .
Dad and mom going there before he came to hyd finally and they attending the Dakshinamurthy pooja there .
We going there when we were planning to buy the voddiyanam.
I and nanna once going around the temple on his bike and seeing the pond behind the temple , the guy who disappeared without giving us the change for flowers and..
he coming to pick me up from airport the day i came to chennai in 2006 ...
Me and him going to George town branch office and he showing me the beach road ..
the shopping i did for him in Nilgiris .
.The house in Kasturi apartments ..
And finally the painful art of his tript o Isabella hospital ..
..and it was so strange that we shld come with the body to our house in nolumbur as if to fulfill his last words to come to our house ... The feeling i got when we stopped at vijayawada prakasam barrage , i felt as if he wanted to stop there purposely to offer his last prayers to the goddess there ..
I suppose these are the things that will remain with me for ever and ever ..
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