Sanctum

I never enter here alone now. Along with me enter endless memories that make this place even more sacred to me. I always see you sitting in the corner sewing flowers into a garland, asking me to light a diya. I knew where you kept all your secret offerings, all the new clothes and prasad. I even remember the minutest detail, like how I could never light a matchstick because the matchbox was always covered with diya oil.
I don’t know if worshipping everyday for 10 years made me religious enough, but the most important thing I learnt from you is dedication – to the God, to your family.