My first feet into the household after that
social bonding carried no thoughts just mechanical action. For the past week I
had participated in hundreds of rituals supposed to make my married life happy
and prosperous. Not that I believed in all those. To me, it was just a way of
thanking God for entwining my life with Karthik’s. I smiled as I put my right
foot forward to lightly kick the rice pot placed at the threshold and then with
the same smile I walked on leaving my footprints on my new home’s floor.
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