Reveda: Visit to Sri Sai Baba Temple

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Is that what you are wondering? Don't worry you are safe with me.....in "my" den- aka blog. I know you have another question brewing in your mind.........Who is this "my"????
I am sorry I should have told you first...My name is Reveda- I am a grand daughter, daughter, niece, sister....and a friend too!
This blog is my own space. Here, you will get to read about my day to day activities- activities that will remind you of your own childhood, motherhood, fatherhood so on and so forth... Expectant mothers will get a peek-a-boo into what they can expect few months down the line. People who don't fall in any of the above categories can take a flight back into their own childhood to find that they were no different than me. I guarantee you a fun reading.
Not to mention, your advice and comments are welcome.
And, let me answer you before you ask another question- I am blogging on words lent by my father; narrative is purely mine as I create situations for him to write. Want to know more about me Press here

Friday, December 12, 2008

Visit to Sri Sai Baba Temple

8th December would start on a normal note but as the day progresses; it will turn out to be a memorable day for me. The day started with my dadee giving me my daily olive oil massage followed by bath. I would wear a white printed jacket top for my daily dose of sun-bath. I woke up around 1.30pm only. After a quick feeding session, I found myself inside our car with my dadee, mummy and Himmu dadee giving me company. My father was on the steering wheel going towards our destination- Sri Sai Baba temple on the Rajpur Road. Ours is a religious family and it is natural for me to be taken to a temple first, on the day when I step out of my home for the first time in my life. My dada and dadee chose Sri Sai Baba Temple as they regularly visited the temple for offering their prayers for my safe and secure delivery. We would reach the temple gate at 2.09pm. After walking up the stairs, we entered into the main prayer hall- a very calm, quiet and peaceful place with Sri Sai Baba’s statue right in the middle. My dadee would hand me over to the priest who will put me into Sri Sai Baba’s lap to seek His blessings for me and every member of my family- A pure divine experience is how I would describe it. After offering our prayers we came back to our home. My dada could not accompany us to the temple as he had gone to the railway station for booking my father’s train ticket to Delhi.

I would soon begin to feel bad as I come to understand that my father would leave for Delhi in the night. And the night would soon arrive.... it is time to leave for railway station. My father would take me in his arms and give me a warm hug and a kiss on my forehead. I could spot the sudden remarkable change in the environment- my mother in a sombre mood trying her best to successfully hide her tears; but not my dada and dadee who have tears rolling down on to their cheeks; with my father no different than my dada and dadee......

However no one can see my tears as I am too small to shed one but then my heart alone knows that I also can feel the same amount of pain; in fact more as with my limited expressions I cannot express it same as others can..... Kids have so much to do to learn those expressions.