Novel & Cerita Indian Foot Worship

"You have to be some kind of genius to make that comparison. But have you considered that having just one out of the two is good enough?" Momo shrugged. "Do you know that the Indians worship over a million different gods? And most importantly, they are willing to worship any deity. And why? For insurance, of course! "I'll always pray to any powers that be… Who knows, even if one wasn't at home, another might happen to pass by, and hear me! Here, let me show you."

It gives me peace in my heart in my life. I do pray on special days of gods in India like Sawan month of lord shiv. So I changed into new clothes. I went to our small temple and worshipped the lord Shiva with my mom and dad. we first washed him with milk plus water by dropping it on the god Shiva symbol. Then we cleaned him with pure water. Then I offered him bel Patra and a flower. I chanted this mantra," Om Namah Shivay." The Mantra holds the power to connect with God Shiv. you just need to believe in him.

Andrea said and Chris looked back at the idol. “I don’t know where did I get this from but… I just know I put this there. It may be merely a showpiece, but I feel a connection with this.” He said and Andrea turned to him. “It's not just a showpiece. It’s a statue of an Indian deity. He is very famous in India, there is a big temple in India for him.” Andrea said and suddenly something clicked to Chris, and he knitted his brows while staring at the idol with his hands on either side of his pant pockets.

I am more stubborn than her . Hehe .. just kidding ... We both got ready in matching colour clothes which was grey , I did prayer in my house small worship area . Then I took my baby in my one hand and in other all necessary things for Indian prayer . Soon we arrived at temple , and quasar started to babble in her baby voice when she saw so much crowd around her , .. catching everyone's attention on her by her cute behaviour .. And here like other indian typical mother , I also got worried for my daughter , while thinking .. ' god please save my daughter from every evil eyes ' when I saw everyone in temple having adoring looks on their face for my daughter .

, the father blessed her. Anjali smiled and went out of the church, after that, she went to the temple because her mother was Indian and on every birthday she went temple to worship. She worshipped in the temple and touched the feet of the priest, " Child! Lord Shiva will grant you all wishes. ".

Next morning Siya woke up earlier and started preparation for Puja. It was Monday, and usual her husband will do Puja and seek blessings from His Mahadev. His love and faith on Mahadev was one of hereditary trait he got from his grandfather Abhiraj. According to teachings of Hindu mythology, every Monday of a lunar calendar is an auspicious day which is dedicated to the Supreme Lord Shiva. Abhimanyu does the Puja since he is 10 years old and eats vegetarian food on ever Monday. Siya has also started eating vegetarian food along with others. After Puja was done Abhimanyu greeted his wife's friends and they introduced themselves.

I titled my head slightly and looked at his eyes with no effort to control my tears. The sight killed me more as his eyes held only pain and his body was acting like a robot. I averted my gaze again to my lap. He withdrew his hands quickly which were replaced by Vidhu, sealing my fate by tying the remaining knots behind me. He was asked to apply kumkum on my forehead and he leads me around the sacred fire with his pinky finger holding mine for three times. Then the priest asked me to keep my foot on ammi (Hand grindstone) so that mama could wear the metti (Toe-ring) on my second toe.

As he emerged, he saw Jax standing before the altar, Rishika on her knees, her face buried in his crotch as she sucked his cock. Rishika was strict about cleanliness around the altar, never allowing Harun to step into the area without washing his feet. Yet there she was, at the holiest place in the house, on her knees, deepthroating her bull's massive cock right in front of Lord Ganesha's statue.

I moved closer and knelt beside them, folding my hands, bowing my head. The flickering flame of the lamp danced before the small deities—Lakshmi, Ganesh, Shiva—each idol carefully placed, adorned with marigold garlands and tiny offerings. A bronze bell sat by the incense holder, and a brass thali shimmered with kumkum, haldi, and rice grains. Karina glanced at me from the corner of her eye, her expression softening into something unspoken—love, maybe. Or pride. She reached forward and gently offered me a pinch of flower petals to place at the feet of the gods.

I wanted to look at him but due to the lack of courage and shyness I can't look at him. Pandit ji (priest) started chanting mantras. Papa andMummy came forward and give siddharth coconut and a rupee and did tilak (apply vermillion between the eyebrows) and some rice on tilak. Siddharth touched mummy and papa feets. After mummy papa, everyone do the same ritual with him. Neeta maa and akhil dad came forward and put red chunni (scarf) on my head and do same ritual as everyone performed with Siddharth. I touch their feets.