Friday, August 26, 2011

Trysts with Divinity

Rarely. Only rarely does a place give me a divine calm.

I find it at the Chavassery mosque when it rains and am seated next to the open door/window sill. The traditional architecture allows multiple doors that brings in the breeze and keeps the place peaceful. There are 4 doors on either side of the mosque and these are usually open. One side faces the kulam and the other the graves of a bygone era. People are not buried within the mosque complex anymore. Unlike Christian cemeteries, a Muslim graveyard is more with nature. Only a white piece of cloth separates the body from the mud and its creatures.

Back to Fridays, my favourite place is the 3rd window/door that faces the graves. From that window, an arm's reach away is my grandfather.