[ She maps out those images. Unable to block them out, perhaps, but as they are given to her, it's either feel overwhelmed or take stock in them. So she does and a clucks. Like she had her own son when he had presented this to her. Like taking a sword from his hands and teaching him to hold the grip differently.
Ah, that girl, - she had arrived with that girl. Not the other. But still, she would keep it in mind should they come to words.
But no - no worship was not done aspirational, not removed. Worship was done the first thing in the morning, the last thing at night, in war and in peace, in famine and flood. It was to say the name of you love and know it as a prayer. It was not removed, nor was it a sacrifice. It was the mornings that she had shared as she grew older with Gangadhar, where he would brush petals over her body. It was the days she held him as he sweated out his death. ]
(It can be. It may ask a great deal, and sacrifice may not be the least of it. )
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Ah, that girl, - she had arrived with that girl. Not the other. But still, she would keep it in mind should they come to words.
But no - no worship was not done aspirational, not removed. Worship was done the first thing in the morning, the last thing at night, in war and in peace, in famine and flood. It was to say the name of you love and know it as a prayer. It was not removed, nor was it a sacrifice. It was the mornings that she had shared as she grew older with Gangadhar, where he would brush petals over her body. It was the days she held him as he sweated out his death. ]
( It can be. It may ask a great deal, and sacrifice may not be the least of it. )