A Day to Remember
I led him into the temple, reminding him to keep a safe distance. “Two steps back,” I whispered. “If anyone from my family or relations sees us together, the news will reach my parents before we even leave the temple.”
He smiled and nodded, respecting my request, but his gaze never left me.
At the entrance, I bent down, touched the threshold with my hand, and brought it to my forehead—a traditional gesture. Simbu stood behind, his eyes warm with admiration.
I handed the priest the offerings I’d bought for the pooja. Together, we stood in front of the deity, hands folded. I closed my eyes and prayed for just one thing—a happy future with Simbu.
After the pooja, we stepped outside with our prasadham (sweet offering). We found a bench under a shady tree and sat down, sa
