In the next lane over from the house I grew up in, there is a small Shiva temple, commonly known in the area as Mahadevacha Mandir. When I was growing up, my father used to pay a brief visit to this temple almost every evening, along with running any errands he might have. The standing joke was that come dinner-time, the surest place to find him would be over there — cue a very annoyed mother!
I’m not sure if this is a property of all Shiva temples, or whether it is psychological, but the air in this temple is always cool, as is the air in the other, far more famous Shiva temple in the city. Even on a hot summer’s day, you can step inside and feel the cool air. Perhaps it is the water coming down on the black stone of the shivalinga that creates the effect, perhaps it is some erroneous childhood association, but all these years later, I still feel the same way. Another feature, at least of this Shiva temple, is its quiet. There is a major road very close to it, with a noise level that has increased exponentially over the years, but the temple offers respite from the noise even today. It is not a famous temple, and for that I am grateful.