My Dad Translated Sanscrit Verses Into Hindi

When i was a kid, he got up every day at four 30 a m to do a hindoo prayer ritual called poja. He'd light candles, recite sanscrit verses and place a dot of sacred sandal wood paste on my forehead while we slept. Then he'd leave for his corporate job. And when i woke up a half hour later, i'd look in the mirror with the split consciences of an immigrant. I i felt guilty for wanting to wash off that sacred mark, but i also wanted to fit in at school so i'd rinsed the orange paste away. Sonell always, ever since i've known him, has this thing that everybody should