A boy prepares temple offerings.
Devotees give fresh coconuts, fruits and flowers in lieu of sacrifice.
Picture taken outside the Kapaleeshwarer Temple, Chennai
How dark, O Lord, are Thy decrees,
All hid from mortal sight,
All our joys to sorrow turning,
And our triumphs into mourning,
As the night succeeds the day.
No certain bliss,
No solid peace,
We mortals know
On earth below,
Yet on this maxim still obey:
“Whatever is, is right.”