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 who danced at funerals got stoned and forgave even the most hideous self-serving sinful lifetime for one act of perfect devotion. He felt a lot closer to my heart than Hosanna on high