Work is Worship

Satpal woke up at the crack of dawn, as usual. He had no need for an alarm clock, even if he would have been able to afford it. His work entailed him leaving home at 5am, and as his mother had taught him early on in life, work was worship.

He took bath with a bucket of ice-cold water. The immersion rod couldn’t work without electricity, which had been missing from his home for almost a fortnight since he’d not paid the bill.

In darkness, Satpal got ready and walked four kilometers to the temple. Leaving his slippers outside, he walked into the sanctum sanctorum of the temple to take the Lord’s blessings before starting the day’s work, again something that his mother had taught him.

He came out of the temple, and bowing to the Lord for one final time, wore his slippers. And then, he quietly picked up the sandals of a few other devotees and slipped them into his pockets, just like his mother had taught him. Work, after all, was worship.

Photo prompt courtesy Yarnspinnerr


175 words.

Written as a part of Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers, hosted by Priceless Joy. The challenge is to write a story in 175 words or less, inspired by the weekly photo prompt. For more information visit HERE. To read more stories based on this week’s prompt, visit HERE.



About anuragbakhshi

At the age of 40, I decided to exit the corporate world, and enter the world of stories as a full-time writer. Wish me luck!
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8 Responses to Work is Worship

  1. I’ve always been worried about losing my shoes when I’ve left then outside temples as a tourist! I’ll avoid this one!

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  2. Hahahaha! The slipper thief! Great story!

  3. Iain Kelly says:

    Enterprising, if not particularly a nice thing to do!

  4. blogitwithsurabhi says:

    Haha! Quite a twist at the end! Work is worship after all 😉

  5. Abhijit Ray says:

    Satpal, the jootti chor. You captured lack of electricity, cold water bath, and mother’s teachings so well.

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