“Is he a ghost? Yes! Don’t speak loud, he’ll wake up”: How a spirit found a place in my Pooja Room and became our God
In my village, the pooja room — our Gosai Ghar — never had framed pictures of gods and goddesses. There were no calendars of deities, no marble idols, no ornate temples. Instead, there were raised, rounded earthen forms — pindas — quiet, unadorned, powerful in their stillness. As a child, I only knew that one…