I woke up early today and wandered into the garden taking photographs.
I was fascinated by a bunch of colourful peacocks wandering around the area.
These exotic birds would fly up to a machaan and sit on top of it as they walked their necks jutted in and out dancing in the morning sun. Nearby, some ducks were hovering near the gaushala.
A huge pond filled with lotus flowers lay in front of me as the morning birds sang their customary song.
I went to the Isha Foundation welcome centre and made a donation of Rs. 40,000.
As I was doing so, I told them about the brutal murder of my father and the death of my mother through cancer.
They will perform the ritual and Shanti path for the dead and also appease the Gods to get their blessings. I went ahead to the Linga Bhairavi to give them the details of my father.
I was asked to send my father’s photo through e-mail which I will duly do so that they can perform the prayers for seven years in a row.
This is one of the several places around the world where I have prayed for the soul of my father and asked for his forgiveness.
I hope this is one more step away from my redemption and if there is a God somewhere, He will answer my prayers and will give peace to my father’s soul.