I was lying on the bed, mumering something god knows. I was indeed enjoying the good night sleep as I can enjoy it only on some rare Sundays. Suddenly, my mother came inside and shouted like a deafening siren "It's a holiday! Wake up" I looked at the clock with my half closed eyes "It's only 6, Mummy" "Whatever! Go to the temple"

I bathed, wore my new Kurta and went to the temple. My mother had gave me ₹500 for buying sweets, offering money to God, etc.

When I was just going to enter the temple, I tripped on something, maybe someone. I was feeling mortified to see it was a old man sitting on the floor. I apologized him but didn't go because his eyes...