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THE SINGING TEMPLE

It was the humming that woke me up, loud, persistent, very close by. I was fully awake now. I tried to mentally place the source of the sound, was it coming through the bedroom window? Was it downstairs in the house? I opened my eyes, it was dark. Intrigued I got out of bed and went to check the windows, nothing there. Then I entered our daughter’s room and checked her window, nothing there. But the humming was loud, persistent. I came back to my bed, and the humming seemed to get louder. Then it suddenly dawned upon me that the replica of the temple of Pashupatinath that was on my bedside table was making this sound! I was amazed. I touched the temple from all sides, was the metal reacting to something in the air, some unseen magnetic force making it hum? There was no explanation at all. It was at this point that I woke up my wife sleeping soundly beside me.

The temple is a replica of the real Pashupatinath temple, it's replicated in silver with fine carvings on the doors and windows, pillars and columns, capitals and finials. The roof is light gold. The temple always enjoyed the pride of place in my father’s drawing room. It was one of the few items he got from the personal belongings of his own father Maharajah Juddha Shumsher Jung Bahadur Rana, prime minister of Nepal. The maharajah had many children and getting his personal effects was something to be treasured, something much more valuable than the palaces, lands, jewellery and shares in Indian companies he generously bestowed on his children. I knew that for my father the Pashupatinath Temple and the gold ring with tiny diamond letters 'JS' embedded on it, initials of his father’s name, were his sentimental favorites. No doubt the temple was a fine piece of art and many guests have remarked that yes the most valuable item in the house was in fact the temple. Perhaps this was the reason why I was displaying it on my bedside table and not in the drawing room or elsewhere in the house.

My wife woke up and she knew immediately why I had woken her up, she heard the humming as well. I told her that it was the temple. The sound was loud and clear. We sat up in bed and marveled at this inexplicable phenomenon. Was this natural; was this an omen, if so, good or bad? Had such a thing ever happened before? We drifted off to sleep. I woke up in the morning to find the humming still there, perhaps a few decibels down but still quite audible. I opened the house as usual. Morning rituals followed, tea for us, showers, ironing of clothes. Even the house help bringing the tea and other necessities listened to this humming sound in amazement. Finally it was time to wake up our daughter. She was perhaps 11 or 12 and school always brings that reaction on children, oh God is it already time? I told her about the humming temple and she sleepily got out of bed. Perhaps she heard the humming, perhaps not, but I told her to go near the temple. She pressed her ears next to the temple and in doing so she sort of hit her head against it. The humming then stopped. Finally after 6 hours or so of whatever it was that had started this episode ended. Till today we cannot find a reasonable explanation. Perhaps it was a heavenly choir.

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  2. Thats an amazing story and there are many witnesses to back it up. There could be a scientific explanation or could this just be a hint by of the Maoist coming or some trapped soul inside the temple!
    Govind

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