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I think the air of any pilgrim centre

Any spiritual hub is filled with grief , helplessness and

tears of regret

There is a pause

A pause to remember how greedy we have been

How ungrateful we have been to life

How transactional we have become

How happiness escaped from us like sand in an hourglass

How loveless each day has been

No matter how much commercial the places have become ,

The air has this very sharp pain of sorrow

The surrendering to something we don't know quite

Seeking reassurance and redemption to something no one ever understood the nature of

People walking on and along the thin thread of devotion and madness

The lady was standing next to me when we were inside,

She couldn't pray

She cried and cried

Loud

As if she just gotten her heart broken

Everyone asked her to push through the crowd and go outside to cry

I couldn't stop my tears seeing her cry

She urged everyone around to weep about existence, silently

The very misery of ignorance of it

It's been an hour since I've been sitting close to her

Close enough to see her

Far enough to keep her prayers only between her and her god