Babadham
Babadham is like a religious version of a jail. You go there to pray and probably end up with a headache and a bad attitude.
I asked my dad why he went to Babadham and he said, ‘It’s cheaper than therapy.’
The priests in Babadham are so loud, they could wake up a sleeping volcano.
My mom said the river is holy, but it also smells like a gym sock drawer.