My Dad's Prayers

i felt left behind by god, and i had no interest in doing poja. But now i think those late night recitations had nothing to do with religion and everything to do with my dad. Turning to the text was a way of opening up a channel to my dad. It was like he was putting the sandal wood paste between my eyes again. When i got sick, my dad was working as furiously as he always had to support us. I understood that he couldn't drop everything to be by my side, even though he very much wanted to. And there are so many things i wish i had said to him then, but didn't. For years, i never shared these