"did you go to a temple," asked my friend the vodka-and-lime, when we sat across the table at the cellar tonight.
"yes," i said, putting my hand involuntarily to my sandal-paste-smeared temple. "today is my son's birthday. ambi took me to the temple."
"did you offer worship," asked my friend the atheist and the leftist, after taking a sip.
"of course, i did," i said. "i stood before the sanctum sanctorum with folded palms...as they all do."
and i added, giving the exact picture: "i didn't prostrate before the deity, as most others did."