Religious I am not, nor pretend to be, but I do believe in omens.
A group of people were taking their Ganapathi idol for visarjan yesterday. The music from the band accompanying the idol beckoned, and I took the kids down to see the procession.
“Mamma, I want prasad”, my older one whined. Many of the larger processions have a person sitting beside the idol giving out the candied sugar and peanuts that had been offered to the Ganapati.
“This one looks like a small Ganapathil”, I tried to reason with him. “They are not going to be giving out prasad.”
Since he couldn’t see the plate with the ceremonial offerings, my son didn’t insist on going to the idol, but I could see he was not too happy.
Then, out of the blue, a boy walked upto us and gave all three of us each of us a fistful of prasad. I could hardly believe my luck. Of all the people lined up to see the procession, what made him single out the three of us? Did he hear my son’s wish and decide to fulfill it?
As we walked back home – the older one munching the peanuts and candied sugar, the younger one guarding his in his fist – I couldn’t help wondering if it was a sign. Things haven’t exactly been going smoothly for us the last few months – maybe this is a sign that things are going to start looking up for all of us?
You don’t have to be religious to recognize an omen, do you?