A PASSING GLANCE That morning, I went to the temple with my parents to perform a special pooja. The air was filled with the fragrance of incense, the sound of ringing bells, and the rhythmic chanting of sacred mantras. After offering our prayers, we began the ritual circumambulation around the temple, walking with devotion and reverence. As we continued, my eyes briefly fell on a young girl walking a few steps ahead. She was dressed in a simple yet elegant traditional outfit, with a small red bindi and sacred tilak adorning her forehead. For a fleeting moment, I looked at her. Before another thought could cross my mind, my mother gently called out,