Buried Tombs Analysis

Buried Tombs by Sarthak
I stepped out of the rickshaw and adjusted my aviators off. It was still sunny but now we had come close to the temple. About a hundred feet away and a pandit came right over and attached himself to us, less offering to show us around and rather assuming the role. My mom declined his services right off the bat, somehow wary of his position - the man was very doubtfully a learned hindu scholar and really more of a guide. Perhaps she was afraid of the idea of “business” being run in the temple, however her objection was of little importance as another guide, perhaps a better salesman than his counterpart, muttered a few words to my father who hired him. He took us suredly through the entrance of the temple, getting
There too was the hustle and bustle of people, although more space. It was dark inside, although the god was somehow obliviously in light. We were ushered through the enclosure by a group of very urging pandits, and our guide drifted away. The first man, beefy and wearing orange just as all the other pandits, muttered to us a prayer and then raised a dish of donation, goading us to donate. Each pandit, and there must have been ten, did the same. Every action of “devotion” inside the shrine seemed to reward payment. Keep in mind, the enclosure was really just a small room; but the pandits had managed to spread themselves out over it to maximize profit. Around the clay idol was a pathway, in which one was supposed to walk through. You started at the left, and simply walked through the little corridor created by the back of the enclosure and the idol. To the left stood another pandit, whose job was to collect money from passersby. Quite literally, the man was operating a toll road. My dad declined to pay and as did some of the people around us, already irritated by how much they’d had to shell out. The pandit shouted, “Come on, that’s not right!”, but my mother and father had already slipped past him amongst the many others who had also deserted the line. Again, I had to catch up to them. I wriggled my way past the others and through the pandit who was now barring our entrance, truly afraid. Afraid of getting stopped or hit. I entered a place with a width of one foot, reunited with my family. We all instinctively stopped before we crossed through the hallway. There was really very little light there, and the whole area was to me positively ominous. An ominous blue tinge comes to mind when picturing the scene; light coming of the shrine of the idol. I looked through the hallway and I was hit again with fear, brought on by the confined space, as if I was going