Write an autobiographical essay imagining youself as an Old Temple.
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As the holiday started, some of our friends went to a friend's village. We felt very well in that quiet village away from the city. Walking far and wide in the open air was a great pleasure. A similar wanderer found a temple in a dense forest. Curiosity crept into the temple and the mind became depressed.
Because that temple was broken. Not only did the temple collapse, but the idol inside was also shattered. This work should be done by someone and do the murtibhanjan, it was quite noticeable. All my friends were sad. Whose act should this be? Everyone thought. At that moment a serious voice rang out. And everybody all of us listen carefully at the direction of that sound.
It says loudly for everyone. " Listen to the youth, the answer your question. Who am I? Your credit that ' Ram ' Is not this God, the I am image. Many years ago, I dedicated myself to my one bhakt or holy person who loved to worship. Large numbers of bhaktgans and he brought me here in Kolhapur.
Far artisans brought this beautiful. The temple was built, the forest was planted all around, the people of the village worshiped me with devotion and care. It went well for many years. I was glorified as long as all the congregations were rejoicing in all kind of people, religion, caste, creed did not interfere, all people are the same as God, one God of all.”
“ Some outsiders started coming to the village. With them came many new ideas to the village, and quarrels began between them. The quarrel started, escalated, and went into disarray. Everyone began to think that my religion was superior to other religions. Then someone crazy made me miserable. So many fight with each other. Many were killed and the temple was destroyed. So many bad people are come and throw the most valuable things outside to temple. Some break the statue of God.
There were different types of fruit trees and flowers in the temple area. There were many types of medicine plants for everyone. Those wicked people completely destroyed all kinds of gardens in the temple area. So all the people were afraid. And they stopped coming and going to this temple.
Some literally throw everything every where. And they strictly forbade others to come into the temple. He beat everyone who came to the temple. They terrorized all the people. Since that people have not returned here. They do not feel free to come here. And from that this temple was completely ignored by everyone.”
Pujari Anand, a priest living in the temple, was beaten to death. Many devotees and monks who came to visit the temple were killed. A lot of people were killed. I cried a lot then. You all live happily ever after.