A friendly encounter at Bindhyabasini Temple

Shiva Prasad was happy to see his friend climb the ladder of success, but the feeling of inferiority consumed him.

Shiva Prasad was heading towards the entrance of Bindhyabasini Temple when he felt a gentle tap on his shoulder. He turned his head back—intrigued. The man stared at him, and for a moment, Shiva Prasad couldn’t understand why a stranger had poked him. He did his best to recall the face of that man, yet he couldn’t make out who the man was. When the man removed his mask, Shiva recognised it was his old friend, Mohan. They shook their hands, giggling, being pleased with the encounter. Nothing about Mohan had changed; his wide smile, thin moustache, and bushy brows were still the same. It had been almost a decade since they last met.