The golden rays of the late afternoon sun filtered through the trees, casting long, dancing shadows across the cobblestone pathways. Ranvijay Singh Rawat sat quietly on a bench in the park, just a few steps away from the serene isolation of the Islon Temple in Italy. His thoughts were still lingering inside the temple, where he'd spent the last two hours engaged in seva, humbly assisting the priests with their daily rituals. The air inside the temple had been thick with incense, the soft hum of prayers enveloping him like a protective cocoon.
He had not just offered his time but also a generous donation in euros, earmarked for both the temple's welfare and the orphanage the priests were currently managing. It was something he'd always believed in, doing what little he could to make a difference, no matter how small it seemed. The gratitude in the priests' eyes had been enough to make every moment worth it.
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