On our way home, we passed the church. A soft spoken old woman, invited us in. “Would you like to see the vestments?” she asked. Speechless, I stared at her, but Deepak walked in.
Inside there is an exhibition of embroidered priestly robes, and textiles used in the services.
I tagged along, wondering: Deepak expressed a longing, and now we were looking at relics of faith.
A coincidence or what?