As i walk along the corridor
of St Mary’s Church [Armenian Street, Chennai]
I stare at the beautiful sculptures
and paintings on the walls
Some are of men
and other of women and children
The tiles on the floor seem so old
yet it shimmers
I reach the alter 
and my eyes look up
they stay focussed
as if they have seen something mystical
Oh those patterns on the ceiling
Small and long lines
like little sparks
from the fireworks
The lines
all arranged so neatly 
within the circle
like the sun
or maybe the moon…. 

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