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Yet another city....
Yet another glimpse of spiritual hankering. ..
As my flight took off, I looked down to see my thousand splendidly lit city...
I was leaving it..when it was getting ready to be dunked in mirth...
Devi paksha.....
        Ma aashche....
I landed..safely I may add ( given my flight fears)...in Pink city.
       A city where I couldn't spot a trace of pink!!!!
        A city crowded by desi and phirang photogs.
Road tripping through the scorching expanse of barren amber land...I reached a small religious town in the Sekhawati district.
I peered once again.. ( with my" myopic" vision..)
People praying out of custom..
People praying for divine intervention. ..
People praying without spiritualism...
I remembered Church Going by Larkin.
    "Yet stop I did: infact I often do,
       And always end much at a loss like"

What was I doing here? Surely I didn't travel from one end of the country to another to check my cynical vision...yes
I do love the feelingof being so far away...
I  do love the usual 'chahal pahal 'of people around me. .
I do  love the idea of being lost. .
Yet why was I here?
         Divine intervention. .(yes like one among the many around me..)
                                      
As Larkin said..
"A serious house on serious earth it is
In whose blent air all our compulsions meet ,
Are recognised , and robed as destinies"
I too came to know...
             " why me ?".....