I'm quite addicted to my evening walk. My regular route takes me along the lane that leads only to the temple. One rainy evening long ago, I fell for this landscape, and, ever since, I have been a regular on this route. Earlier, I used to joke that armed with a stick and a whistle, I could replace the beat police :) .... only, there is no such creature called 'beat police' here! And, I'm sure... at 6-6.30ish in the evening, he doesn't exist anywhere! Of late, a change in another part of my beat has been catching my attention... the 200m stretch on either side of the temple. What was once a haven for weeds now looks like this - No fancy plants here, only hardy, flowering shrubs, but, looked after well. When I ran into the manager of the temple the other day, I complimented him on the nice garden. The manager said that it was thanks to the latest inmate of Jeevan Sandhya , the old age home run by the temple and pointed to an old, lanky man. Oh! The '