I find Hindus narratives so entertaining:
According to the legend, the beautiful Meenakshi was born with three breasts, and this prophecy: her superfluous breast would melt away when she met her husband. The event came to pass when she met Shiva and took her place as his consort (South India Lonely Planet)
It’s so busy in the temple. You smell incense, hear prayers, and touch holy sculptures. Here a man is encrusting little balls of butter on the goddess statue as an offering; there entire pilgrim families are stooping flat on the floor to receive blessings… Also: non Indians/ non Hindus are not accepted in certain parts of the temple. Which makes them the more thrilling to see! Bouh and Hooh
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