For A Second
When I pray on Mondays sometimes my sister has her window open. I feel a nice cold breeze from under her bedroom door hitting my body while I remain seated. I feel more devotional. I sing the glories of Lord Ram. Then I praise the Goddess. At last. Afterwards I get a happy feeling for a second.
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When I pray on Mondays sometimes my sister has her window open. I feel a nice cold breeze from under her bedroom door hitting my body while I remain seated. I feel more devotional. I sing the glories of Lord Ram. Then I praise the Goddess. At last. Afterwards I get a happy feeling for a second.
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