The prayers began and in the crowded temple, Alex and Carl watched the High Priest start with the prayer rituals.
The High Priest wore similar traditional clothes like them, except, was without a shirt and had his toned muscular body exposed.
Alex felt nostalgic as he watched the man in front of him. How long has it been? He couldn't even tell.
He had missed looking at this guy's face and smiling together with him. Life was so fun back in school, thought Alex.
While immersed in nostalgia, Alex watched the very man he had been waiting for, Jagan himself, for the entire fifteen minutes of the prayer.
His eyes were moist and had it not been for him being mature and strong, he would've had some drops of tears leak from his eyes.
Once the prayers were over, Jagan finally turned around to let the sacred fire that he used to pray with, be spread around to the crowd.
