Dadu’s Temple Tales
We roam around the streets of Katwa without a care in the world, without any qualms and baggages of our city bred life. We left the city lights, to soak in the pristine simplicity of this lazy town that lies sprawled by the banks of the river Ganges.
Dadu grew up in Katwa, and spent all his years serving the community; while Thakuma supported him relentlessly by pitching in and raising their progeny of six.
We, the grandchildren, walk through the narrow alleys of Mahaprabhu para, that leads to Gourangabari. The temple bells chime in unison.
Like clock work, Dadu went for his leisurely walks at 5 A.M. and would stop at Gourangabari to chat with the priest and carry back Gourangabari’s, red Hibiscus blooms.
A true Brahmin, he completed his morning ablutions on reaching home. Thereafter, he would decorate his Kaali Bari with the fresh blooms. His resounding chants of “Om Bhoor Bhuwah Swaha” would wash away our sins and soul, all at the same time.
Memories never leave you, people do.
Dadu: Paternal Grandfather Thakuma: Paternal Grandmother
Para: Locality Kaali Bari: Goddess Kaali’s temple Om Bhur Bhuwah Swaha: Gayatri mantra
Total Word Count: 175
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