Southall, Temple

My friend invited me to his temple. It was a day of glorious sun, a delicious London summer when the tarmac releases its bitumen and the plain trees wilt under cobalt skies. The temple’s dome glistened and shone. Outside a group of people gathered around huge pots of bubbling food, veritable cauldrons of spice and oil, bright colours a treat for all senses. Guests were encouraged to eat, curry on paper plates, sweet oily, orange pastries, creamy chick peas. Later I ventured inside the temple, feeling privileged indeed. This very small painting is for sale at for just £15; it is the size of a postcard.


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