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There is a ray of light in the corner of my house inside the kitchen and I like the idea of lighting a lamp to God while offering prayers. There is something about the beam, it glows only in the corner but there is a mystifying miasma of light in the house, its celestial. No need to sit down and sing elongated religious hymns, I don’t believe in doing that to impress Gods. Everything we do and we don’t is ultimately to feel good.
I am more spiritual than religious but that does not mean I am not keen to rerun customs of the past during festivals. It brings home fun and fervor and the sense of belonging to a family, a tradition. I am not saintly, and so I also add materialistic pleasures; new clothes, scrumptious food.
On serious note, religion to me means doing good, being good, respecting other religion and being a part of good work but God can wait when there is work, as the saying goes, ‘Work is worship.’
There is some beauty in religion, it is colorful, and it binds us all together for good reasons surely, only if we construe ‘goodness’ from it. I may sound religious when I say ‘religion is beautiful’ and if what religion means to me is the same to you then, yes, I am religious!
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