FIRE & ICE
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.
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