In the sacred observance of my mother’s Pitrpaksa ritual, I bowed to the Brahmin’s feet, not with hands but by placing my forehead upon them.
As her hands moved over me to bless, I felt something beyond the ordinary. It was as if my mother herself was caressing me – a warmth, a love, a presence filled every fibre of my being. My body trembled with the vibration of that touch, a connection so deep that words cannot capture it. In that moment, I realized that love transcends form, touch, and time.
Previously, during the Shraadh, as I served food and applied a tilak with red sacred powder, my hand trembled. The gentle touch of my ring finger carried a vibration—a subtle current that spread through me. In that sacred instant, I felt her presence merge with mine, transcending mourning, joy, and every other emotion. It was rapture, as if my soul dissolved in her presence
Sometimes devotion is not in action but in surrender — in feeling, receiving, and recognizing the unseen energy of those who came before us.
The heart remembers what the mind can’t explain. The soul recognizes what the eyes can’t see. Bodily emotions cannot fully convey the essence of feelings.
