God is an ultra personal thing to me. I hate anyone watch me when I haggle with Him/Her. Even when I am in the temple I feel conscious about people watching me mutter under my breath pleading, arguing my case with the powers. So, I usually tend to look nonchalant and hold my conversations inside my mind.
Not so at home. Being the first one up in the morning affords certain advantages. This being one of them. I light the lamps adoringly and watch them flicker and then give out a steady light. I pause and enjoy the effect the little lamps have in the small area I have for them. Then there is this ritual of offering milk to Him/Her before I have my coffee. So, I heat up my milk real well and stir the sugar in and remember to take the spoon out before holding up to my little baby Krishna and saying “Sarvam Krishnarpanam”. The taking the spoon out is something my mom told me long back. Would you drink your coffee with the spoon in the tumbler? No! So also offer the milk as you would want yours. I like my coffee steaming hot so the baby gets steaming hot milk as well.
Back to today, I was done with the stirring and in some lapse of memory added the strong decoction as well. I was torn between having to offer strong coffee to a child god and having to heat up milk again. My dilemma lasted less than ten seconds. I figured it was time for God to grow up so coffee he got.