The temple, the godess -my visit

Each and every thing had her stamp. Everything had her creativity reflected. It was her handiwork, a creation with love, of love, for her man. The walls whispered her name, the colours reflected her soul, the floor glowed with the touch of her feet's. Her touch visible, throwing life all around. The air hers, full of her fragrance. It was her temple, it was her home, her place of worship, the hallmark of hers. She was the goddess in the temple.