Indian Foot Worship Novels & Stories

My feet are stopping like they don't want to go near the mandap. Ma is almost pushing me to walk faster and finally, I am here in front of the mandap. The priest is chanting mantras and my would-be husband is sitting there with his beasty glory. He is wearing a sherwani with a turban on his head. His huge body is fitting his sherwani perfectly. Moreover, he is looking like a king from ancient time. Ma helped me sitting beside him. I sat beside him and he looked at me. My eyes are fixed at the holy fire which is blazing in front of me. I couldn't look at him because of fear and nervousness. I can feel his intense glare on me.

“Thank you for everything.” “It’s been our pleasure,” my mother responded. “Thank you, Vivian,” Ram said and turned to my father. They have grown extremely close. “Richard,” he said, enveloping my father in a heartfelt hug. “Take care.” “You’re welcome,” my father replied, patting his back. “Travel safely.” Amit gestured for Atul to follow him, saying, “Let’s get going.” Ram and Mithali stood before me, and I touched their feet in a gesture of respect, a tradition in Indian culture to seek blessings from elders. They grinned and blessed me.

The priest gave instructions, and they followed, offering ghee and flowers to the sacred flames. When the havan ended, the priest turned to them with a warm smile. “Now, as part of this pooja, the couple must walk seven rounds around the idol of Mahadev. With each round, you will pour water from this pot, symbolizing your prayers for blessings and unity.” The room fell into a sudden, tense silence. Everyone knew of Aradhya’s condition. She couldn’t walk properly for long without pain, and the idea of her completing seven rounds was almost impossible.

Though she and her friend saved him, she became his favorite. She slowly walked toward us and I got up to make her feel comfortable. Raima got up but I showed her my palm and welcomed Myra towards me. "Hello, I'm sorry, I didn't want to ignore you but the situation was..." She apologized as I called her to sit next to me and she didn't come. How sweet of her! Meanwhile, she touched my feet. Off! This Indian tradition. I never felt they make that much special. I felt like she touched my feet and I feel like I'm her mother and she is honoring me like I'm a goddess.

Good i would rather do something productive than sitting here. I went home and started preparing for the ceremony. In Indian culture after wedding we have bride's griha parvesh which is a post wedding ritual. In which the mother in law will welcome the the bride and groom by applying tilak and then the bride will tilt kalash(pot) laden with rice with her right foot and then step into a dish with Alta. After this she is to walk into the home leaving behind auspicious red footprints which is symbolic of the arrival of Goddess Lakshmi.