I had been out for coffee with a friend earlier in the evening, and had made it home just in time for eating the kozhukattais, er, to the pooja. It was the same routine - Amma did her pooja after which she asked us to "pray" and predictably, my sister and I started giggling.
"You should really take this more seriously" sighed my mother, interrupting my giggle fit.
"Why? And why now, and for a husband, at that. Ma, I'm only 21."
"When I was 21, I was pregnant with you. "
This year, I prayed.