But if you accept that your life is like a miracle chapatti that will be offered up as prasad or food for the gods you have shuffled off the hot plate of this dance of your life, wouldn’t you want to be the lightest most Melt-in-Gods-Mouth kind of chapatti? Especially …
Shiva is the God of the times, a god more personal than the surge of the tide or the lofty forests at home. Here was a god who howled and loved like tomorrow didn’t exist, who had his heart broken a hundred times when Sati burst into flames. A God …
“God wont come and get the teeth, you have to go to Ajmer and a dentist man takes them out for God.”
