As the sun began to dip, painting the sky in shades of saffron and violet, the family gathered at the dining table. There was no "formal" start to the meal. Plates were passed, steel tumblers clinked, and the conversation jumped from the rising price of gold to the latest cricket scores, and finally to a debate over which neighbor had the best mango tree.
Arjun found it exactly where she said. He paused for a moment, looking at the small brass deity adorned with a fresh hibiscus flower. Beside it sat his sleek aluminum laptop. It was a sight that defined his life: ancient rituals sitting comfortably alongside high-speed internet. desiporngirl,com
The marigold garlands draping the doorway of the Iyer household were beginning to wilt, but the scent of fried papad and simmering rasam still filled the air. As the sun began to dip, painting the