Last Sunday in Madras, koil, koil, koil, koil
a bonus Jain temple between nanak, jesus and shiva on the one mylapore side
and krishna at the end of tuktuk ride
we left our shoes in the autorikshah - in the streets that became temple
like going shoeless inside the san tomas temple full of national flags
and a christ between peacocks.
In the Jain temple, a special pooja, bowing to some random divinities
the doors had beatiful dravidian guarding sculptures and the smell was old
vanakam
Earlier around the ponds of the temple - outside it, not like in Arunashala, Tiruvannamalai,
tried to buy a Nandi for Gisel to break
it was at the vendor's improvised shrine and not to be sold
shrine and shops look the same from afar
and they look like cages
locking the pricey in
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