The grand wooden doors of the Rudransh estate stood wide open, but the laughter from Radha’s wild introduction still echoed in the warm Delhi air. Savitri, wiping tears of joy from her eyes, stepped forward and placed a beautiful, heavy copper pot overflowing with raw white rice right at the center of the marble threshold.
*“Chalo, meri bachi,”* Savitri wept happily, her face glowing. *“Pehle griha pravesh hoga. Apne seedhe paer se is kalash ko gently gira kar andar aao. Tum is ghar ki Lakshmi ho.”* (Come, my child, first the house entry will happen. Knock this pot down gently with your right foot and come inside. You are the Lakshmi of this house.)
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