[ July, 2015 ] On the day we visited Southall in London, our friend took us to a Hindu temple there.
Because we heard some chanting, we hesitated on the way in, but she said it was okay, so we put our shoes on the rack and entered.
As you can see in the photo, we sat on the carpeted floor, men on the right hand side and women on the left.
There were statues in pink in front, and apparently they were the gods.
Some people were clapping and others were beating instruments, like a tambourine, in time with the music.
Our friend told me that they were calling the gods by doing that.
She took us to a Sikh temple, too.
Her father is a Sikh believer and her mother is a Hindu believer, so she knows both of them.
Here, both men and women have to wear something on the head.
As we did in the Hindu temple, we took off our shoes and sat on the carpet.
Here, there were no statues of gods and instead there was a golden gazebo where the priest was reading the sutra, not melodically like the Hindu one, though.
When we were leaving the temple, our friend suggested that we should get something, which looked like clay, by holding out our palms with the left hand on top of the right hand.
She said that this clay is food and we should eat it, so I summoned my courage and ate it.
Actually, it was nice with a lot of butter and tasted sweet.
She was surprised when I said that I have been to the Golden Temple in Amritsar in India.
