As coffee water—
abused wife, yet loyal bitch
tradition infused.

Great start to the week, James mused looking at the bleary-eyed fifth years rummaging their backpacks for paint and brushes. Art was the first class on Mondays.
He walked amongst students, now hunched over with brush strokes waltzing on canvases. Later at his desk, James was skirting through the paintings when he stopped at Jason’s. Jason’s family had fallen apart a few months ago, James knew, when his widower father had left, leaving Jason in his grandmother’s care.
James stared at Jason’s painting—a boat adrift the sun-kissing ocean— and realised Jason had drawn not a boat but his heart.
Religion—it’s one of the most common inheritances in most countries. India is no different. From even before people started recording historical events, Indians nurtured a passion for godliness and idol worship. India is also called Hindustan, and some people even name Hinduism as the national religion. Despite other believers protesting against idolising Hinduism, it’s so widespread that you’d see Hindu gods and goddesses even lining the International Airport in Chennai.
I never talk religion, both in my blog and in my life outside of my blog, however, this goddess reminds me of how much cultural and religious heritage India has accumulated over the years.
