My Prayer


Morning prayer (as a daily routine) should be in a empty stomach...this was what i was taught as a family culture. I practised it for many years but now, have broken the law.

My day starts at 6:00 am, with daily house hold chores, which keeps me occupied till 9:00 am ..by this time my daughter goes to  her school which makes me free for some time.

And by that time I get hungry too.

Pray first or eat first!!!!!!!

EAT....is the only thing which gets in my head...i fill my stomach, take a nice shower and then I pray to God to thank him for everything he has given....

Is that not a nice culture??????

Well, its not that bad too.....

So, here I make my own culture :)

And once again, Thank You God, for giving me this wisdom, and not letting me starve.


 
Location: Airoli, Navi Mumbai, Maharashtra, India

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