Sreedhar was in his room. He opened an old suitcase and from that in between albums he took some negatives. He smiled as he looked at them.

Sreedhar had just completed his 12th awaiting results. Murali had completed his graduation and since he had no interest in pursuing PG he had joined business. Brothers were sitting on the shade under a banyan tree outskirts of the city

" Bhaiyya I cannot take this. Every year I have seen this discrimination. The so called low caste families stands outside for the Prasad. And after Prasad is giving all upper caste people, it is thrown at them as if they are animals. Then for the pittance these hungry souls fight . Yesterday was too much. After the annual festival we all had feast, every adult in the so called upper caste had feast, but those children who survive on the food from the temple, did you see their eyes , did you see the hunger, I couldn't eat Bhaiyya. I wanted to get up. It is just because Papa will be questioned by these community leaders I kept quiet. Food was over and when I came out I saw those hungry kids walking away Bhaiyya. I couldn't sleep "

" Sreedhar I understand what you are saying. But what can we do. This is social custom right. "

" Bhaiyya I don't know about customs, I don't care, but I want to ensure atleast all the kids are given food irrespective of caste before any adults take food. For that I have decided I am going to spy on temple main priest "

" Spy Sree if Papa knows that too temple priest. What will you get if you spy him "

" I don't know Bhaiyya, but I believe if I spy him I will get something on him or the other community leaders which can used to bargain food for the kids. These people will not understand straight simple language. But they care a lot about social image. Hypocrites. This is where we should target. Get me the moped Bhaiyya. If you take Papa wont say anything"

So it started. Murali got Sreedhar the moped. Whenever the priest went out of the temple Sreedhar followed him on foot with a camera around his neck for most days parking the moped near temple. To everyone concerned he only looked like an excited teenager who had got a new camera taking pics. 5 days went by with nothing in sight. Priest went from temple to home, home to temple and occasionally to community hall.

It was a Sunday and Murali too had holiday. He told " Sreedhar stop it. You are not going to gain anything"

" Bhaiyya one last chance, take moped and come with me. We will go together today "

So they went. Interestingly that day after morning pooja the priest took a detour. The boys eagerly followed him in the moped at a distance. Priest had also taken a moped that day from a garage. Murali told Sreedhar " Sree the priest doesn't have a moped as far as we know "

" Exactly Bhaiyya he doest have. But how come he has now. Let us see "

So they went towards the outskirts of the city and stopped in front of a house. Priest went inside the house.

Sree and Murali got out. "Bhaiyya I am going to enter the house . You hide the moped, stand here and see if someone is coming. If someone is coming give a whistle I will come as fast as I can "

" Sree this is dangerous . If you are caught, Papa will not spare you"

" Bhaiyya we are going for a good cause. Don't worry. Everything will be alright"

Murali was not assured, but he knew his younger brother"

Sreedhar studied the wall and observing the place which was kind of isolated, he jumped the wall from backside and landed in the backyard.

As he inched closer to the house he heard some voices. A woman was talking

I was waiting for you. See I have made special oils exclusively for you. Now come let me give you a oily, fragrant bath first"

" Madhulika I come here exclusively for your oil bath and then spending the night with you is like heaven. Away from my home where my wife have so much bickering "

" Ji Madhulika allows only exclusive customers who can pay her well. I hope you have bought payment for me"

" Why not Madhulika. I keep all the extra money I get in temple for your sake "

Sreedhar gasped. So this so called priest has liason with a prostitute. He had seen Madhulika in market once in a while. Ladies mocked at her, though his mother never had. But Madhulika only gave a wry smile. Now Sreedhar understood why. She was mocking at those ladies. Maybe not just the priest, but she might have many clients among the so called community leaders.

Problem was to get pictures. How will he get. And then he heard a door opening. He followed the direction of the sound and reached a place where hot water was getting boiled and an closed aangan by its side. The priest was sitting just with his loin clothes on a stool. Madhulika took oil and she started to massage the priest. Without flash Sreedhar took multiple photos of Madhulika massaging him, bathing him. Nobody noticed him. Priest looked like he was lost in ecstasy and Madhulika was lost in servicing him.

Sreedhar came back to Murali. " Bhaiyya we need to go to Gurgaon and print this. Allow me to accompany you"

Murali managed to get permission for Sreedhar to visit Gurgaon. Sreedhar printed them and then send them to temple address in priest's name along with a letter. He knew all the mail in temple priest only opened. Sending home was risk if it goes to his wife, purpose will be lost.

People only knew one thing when 2 weeks later priest called a community meeting in which he told he got a dream of Krishna Kanhaiya who told him he is doing great sin depriving food to children. So from now on separate line will be kept outside temple for the kids of lower caste and adults can take Prasad or feast only after all kids are fed. Till date all kids get fed in the temple as no one has questioned it because it is the word from priest that came through Krishna Kanhaiya.

He looked at the negatives. It was time for the priest to see Krishna Kanhaiya once again.