Amazing Grace

Had been to the church yesterday (thanks, MZ, for letting me go with you). Being born in a middle-class Bengali Hindu family, there's no reason why I would suddenly visit a church for the Saturday Mass, but anyway, I went. I went because I like the vastness of the hall, I went because I like to close my eyes and listen to the choir singing gospels, I went because I find peace in there, I went because it makes me remember my schooldays. And at night, looking up at the sky, I remembered... "Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound, That saved a wretch like me.... I once was lost but now am found, Was blind, but now, I see."