Being Linga!!
Every morning the priest opens the gate of the temple. He enters the sanctum sanctorum and I wait there with much anxiousness about the things to be done the whole day. He starts praising me with holy mantras that without any hesitation I keep transferring to the lord of the universe, for whom I have been placed as a resemblance. He pours water on me, performs all the rituals to delight me. He decorates me with the best available flowers and spreads pleasant aroma around that I'm ready to meet my devotees again to uplink theirs prayers and downlink blessings. Finally the priest fills the Copper Pot with water hanging over my head that showers water on me drop by drop as the holy Ganga. Everything is well set and I'm ready for the devotees to arrive and listen to their heart. In sometime one devotee comes in and starts offering his prayers. He lie's down and shows his respect. He goes round me in three forth and one fourth round. He has told he is going for an exam and he...