I lost my mother when I was very young and have been religiously performing her annual thithi for these years. Bless her soul; she also passed away a Sumangali in her early thirties. Dad lived to 82 and passed away a few years ago while living with us.
I continued to perform “Hiranya Shrardham” during the time I lived in the US and Canada, where I would go to the local Hindu temples. The only caveat was that some of the Brahmin priests were from the north or other parts of the country, and the mantras would differ. I am also glad to have a beautiful wife who supports me in the rituals.
Now, back in Bengaluru, I continue to go to Kanchi Shankar Mutt in Malleshwaram to perform the annual ritual.
I admit that the memory of my mother has receded over the years, though I retained a few black-and-white photographs from that pre–social-media, pre–digital-camera era. So, the memories are just what they are, though my rituals continue.
I continued to perform “Hiranya Shrardham” during the time I lived in the US and Canada, where I would go to the local Hindu temples. The only caveat was that some of the Brahmin priests were from the north or other parts of the country, and the mantras would differ. I am also glad to have a beautiful wife who supports me in the rituals.
Now, back in Bengaluru, I continue to go to Kanchi Shankar Mutt in Malleshwaram to perform the annual ritual.
I admit that the memory of my mother has receded over the years, though I retained a few black-and-white photographs from that pre–social-media, pre–digital-camera era. So, the memories are just what they are, though my rituals continue.
