We were walking down the crowded temple bazaar of Kalibari, the home of the goddess Kali. Mamma offered the fruits to a saffron-robed priest with an ash-smeared forehead and stopped before Kali, her head bowed, eyes closed, and lips moving in silent prayer. My mom and I were visiting the famous temple of Kalibari one afternoon when, on our way out from worshiping Kali, a huge ruckus broke out. Devotees usually visit temples with offerings of fruits and exit temples with sweetmeats of prasad. [Extracted from the article]
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