We were brought towards the place known as their temple. At last, the procession reached its destination: the mountain's peak. There was no statue of any gods. Not even a single building. We were standing at the top of the mountain looking down at the faraway lands. The sky was clear blue as ever. The land was green. It was a beautiful place to get married.
I had to stand next to her throughout that evening.
We were asked to pray. When I turned to the side, I saw her with closed eyes exposing those beautiful lashes clearly. Her palms were pressed together and her chin slightly lowered.
What was she doing? Praying or pretending? It was something that I would never know.
With a sigh, I closed my eyes and pressed my palms together... praying.
