By Anand4hair
The moment we landed at Tirupati railway station, Raghu remembered what his friends had cautioned him before he left.”You are a compulsive smoker. Ensure that you have sufficient inventory of cigarettes before you go up the hill. You won’t get even a single cigarette even if you shell out a million rupees.”
They were right. Raghu was a compulsive smoker and could never get rid of the urge to reach out for a fag after anything he drank or ate. He stole an opportunity while his mother and wife were enjoying a nice cup of coffee as he hurriedly bought a few packets of his favorite brand of cigarettes and cleverly kept them deep inside his bag, beneath his clothes.
Fortunately for them, there weren’t those long queues to board the bus that took the huge crowds up the hill to Tirumala, one of the most visited pilgrim centers in the country. They were lucky again to get seated in a row that could accommodate all the three of them. As the bus began the journey, most of the pilgrims inside the bus called out aloud,”Govinda..Govinda.”
Honestly, Raghu wasn’t very keen in visiting Tirupati because of his past experiences. He always felt it quite tedious to wait in those never-ending queues to have a very brief glimpse of the deity. Moreover it had always been an ordeal to find a room for staying overnight as more often than not, they made a trip without proper planning. However, he got married just a couple of months ago that was soon followed with a surprise promotion in his office.