The weekend was supposed to be a spiritual retreat. A trip to a very famous temple.
What it turned out was the biggest let-down I have known. Made me question the extent and rationale of devotion. It was a circus out there, and it would probably be the last place where I’ll find Him. I still have my faith intact, and notwithstanding those agonizing hours of waiting in a line and then in prison-like cells, I still pray. Now I pray in quiet, sometimes on my bed, sometimes at work, sometimes on the go, but I pray when I need his strength, and I pray without any shenanigans or without any of the blind rituals. I just pray, and I know He listens.