on offerings


a little while ago, as i was sitting on my patio enjoying the garden and the sun, i realized someone at the gate was trying to get my attention. i recognized her as the elderly woman i passed by on our lane on occasion. more often than not, she would be picking flowers from where they hung over walls. without a clue of what she could want from me, i opened the gate but did not ask her inside.

“what are you doing?” she asked me. i wondered about the relevance before telling her i was heading out in a bit.

Then ensued the following dialogue:
Her: it doesn’t matter if it’s just one or two, but please give me some of those flowers
Me: but they’re not mine
Her: whose ever they are, it’s for the god Pashupati
Me: they belong to my landlords, and they tend to them so well
Her: but it’s for Pashupati!
Me: i don’t believe in Pashupati.
Her: how can you not believe in god?
Me: i didn’t say i didn’t believe in God.
Her: Pashupati is the main god especially for Kathmandu.
Me: you have your beliefs, i have mine, if they were my flowers i would give them to you, but they’re not. i’m sorry.

she mumbled as she walked away, i wondered if she was cursing me under her breath. i also wondered what her god must think about offerings nicked from other people’s property.

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2 comments
  1. sta said:

    i doubt your landlord would have missed a flower or two!

  2. Rabon said:

    Someone who is not partial to either of your gods would probably see this as you just being an ahole.

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