{"id":591,"date":"2021-04-18T02:03:50","date_gmt":"2021-04-18T02:03:50","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/herstories.xyz\/en\/?p=591"},"modified":"2021-04-18T15:18:03","modified_gmt":"2021-04-18T15:18:03","slug":"a-visit-to-an-old-church-teen-tales","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/herstories.xyz\/en\/a-visit-to-an-old-church-teen-tales\/","title":{"rendered":"A visit to an old Church"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p><em><strong>March 29, 2017<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Dear Journal,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I watched the train arrive in anticipation as it came to a halt. Even with the 15 minutes of passengers, I didn\u2019t see Lee. She was not in the train but at the entrance waiting for us. We were simply looking for the wrong train, as it turned out.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Lee in a black romper with multi-coloured polka dots, that certainly didn\u2019t justify the weather. She, along with her mother scrambled into our car quickly for a ride back home. As soon as she came home, she received a warm welcome. Unfortunately, granny didn\u2019t miss a beat after the welcoming and proceeded to embarrass me in front of her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I rushed her into my room and gave her some lemonade. We sat across from each other, chatting and catching up.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-image\"><figure class=\"aligncenter size-large\"><img loading=\"lazy\" width=\"309\" height=\"412\" src=\"https:\/\/herstories.xyz\/en\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/04\/img-20170329-wa00011.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-592\" srcset=\"https:\/\/herstories.xyz\/en\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/04\/img-20170329-wa00011.jpg 309w, https:\/\/herstories.xyz\/en\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/04\/img-20170329-wa00011-225x300.jpg 225w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 309px) 100vw, 309px\" \/><figcaption>The temple-like Church<\/figcaption><\/figure><\/div>\n\n\n\n<p>Then we went to a church which was a fusion of Hindu and Christian look. It had Gopurams of a Hindu temple and a very traditionally Christian cross. It signified the unison of religions, we later found.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-image\"><figure class=\"aligncenter size-large\"><img loading=\"lazy\" width=\"281\" height=\"374\" src=\"https:\/\/herstories.xyz\/en\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/04\/img-20170329-wa00072.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-593\" srcset=\"https:\/\/herstories.xyz\/en\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/04\/img-20170329-wa00072.jpg 281w, https:\/\/herstories.xyz\/en\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/04\/img-20170329-wa00072-225x300.jpg 225w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 281px) 100vw, 281px\" \/><figcaption>One of the doors <\/figcaption><\/figure><\/div>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-large\"><img loading=\"lazy\" width=\"700\" height=\"525\" src=\"https:\/\/herstories.xyz\/en\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/04\/img-20170329-wa00062.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-594\" srcset=\"https:\/\/herstories.xyz\/en\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/04\/img-20170329-wa00062.jpg 700w, https:\/\/herstories.xyz\/en\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/04\/img-20170329-wa00062-300x225.jpg 300w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 700px) 100vw, 700px\" \/><figcaption>The intricate doorway <\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-image\"><figure class=\"aligncenter size-large\"><img loading=\"lazy\" width=\"440\" height=\"588\" src=\"https:\/\/herstories.xyz\/en\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/04\/img-20170329-wa00041.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-595\" srcset=\"https:\/\/herstories.xyz\/en\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/04\/img-20170329-wa00041.jpg 440w, https:\/\/herstories.xyz\/en\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/04\/img-20170329-wa00041-224x300.jpg 224w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 440px) 100vw, 440px\" \/><figcaption>It is raining doors!<\/figcaption><\/figure><\/div>\n\n\n\n<p>We marveled at the magnificence of the architecture and the carvings in the teak wood door. Historically speaking there was more than just the looks. Each spot had a different story. But all we focused was in the photographing the intricate details that went into each part.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Now, we are back home, drinking some lemonade and typing out our experience today as we plan for the foreseeable future.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>See you tomorrow.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Love, Esther<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong>Authors<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-large\"><img loading=\"lazy\" width=\"2560\" height=\"1438\" src=\"https:\/\/herstories.xyz\/en\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/04\/syd-wachs-ws8XXuc-i_4-unsplash-scaled.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-596\" srcset=\"https:\/\/herstories.xyz\/en\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/04\/syd-wachs-ws8XXuc-i_4-unsplash-scaled.jpg 2560w, https:\/\/herstories.xyz\/en\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/04\/syd-wachs-ws8XXuc-i_4-unsplash-300x169.jpg 300w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 2560px) 100vw, 2560px\" \/><figcaption>Photo by <a href=\"https:\/\/unsplash.com\/@videmusart?utm_source=unsplash&amp;utm_medium=referral&amp;utm_content=creditCopyText\">Syd Wachs<\/a> on <a href=\"https:\/\/unsplash.com\/s\/photos\/twin-girls?utm_source=unsplash&amp;utm_medium=referral&amp;utm_content=creditCopyText\">Unsplash<\/a> <\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<p><strong>Es&amp;Na <\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Teen tales is authored by two cousins who are best friends. This is a set of journal entries written by the teen cousins over a three year period, speaking of their lives, their little joys, and their wildest dreams. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Then we went to a church which was a fusion of Hindu and Christian look. It had Gopurams of a Hindu temple and a very traditionally Christian cross. 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