The first thing I noticed when I walked into the Indian temple in the middle of the night was the massive and intimidating security.
In a place like the temple, where a few thousand people are expected for a Hindu worship service, security has been the norm.
But I was lucky enough to see a young Hindu woman, whose hair was freshly cut, holding a baby in her arms.
She wore a red head scarf and a pink-and-purple pajama top.
It was an amazing sight.
But then I realized that the woman was actually one of my Hindu friends.
We had just left the temple and I had just taken her to my friend’s house to get some breakfast.
I wanted to show her my love.
But it was just a few minutes before I got to her.
“You can’t go in the temple,” she said.
I don’t want to go in my temple anymore, I told her.
She told me she couldn’t accept me.
And I had no choice but to get my hair cut.
My hair is so short, I had to get a wig.
The last thing I want to do is make anyone feel uncomfortable.
But my friend is a Buddhist, so I was willing to accept her.
So I put on a wig and she got to go.
It wasn’t until we got back to the temple that I realized what had happened.
I’d cut off my hair before I’d even left the house, and that had made my friend and me uncomfortable.
The temple guards were all looking at us like we were crazy.
We were scared to go back.
They didn’t have to look at me.
I had cut my hair long enough.
I wasn’t going to let them see me.
So, I went back into the temple to get it trimmed again.
The guards just stared at me, waiting for me to make them uncomfortable.
After a few hours, they let me in and said, “It’s OK.
It’s OK, we know you have faith in us.
We’re just going to take your hair off.”
I looked down and saw my hair was still the same length, even though I’d had to cut it off.
They told me that they had no problem with my religion.
So the next day, I took it back and trimmed it again.
They took me to the Guru Padmanabhaswamy Temple in Amritsar, and my friend was able to see the temple again, and it was back to normal.
The Guru Padmavamsa Temple in Kolkata, where I’d been invited by my friend, is just a little more conservative than the temple in Amrish.
But even so, when I got into the Guru Pramavamsas Temple, which is where my friend has been visiting since I’d left for the temple a few months ago, they told me I couldn’t get in.
So they put me in a private room and then I went in and asked the head priest, “Is this a private place?”
“No, it’s a public room.
This is the Guru’s room.”
They asked me to take off my clothes and put them on the floor, so that my hair could be cut.
I said, ‘I don’t know what you’re talking about.’ I don