We'd recently gone on a family trip for the mundan ceremony of my nephew...and the best part was that my grandparents (naana naani, from the earlier marriage post :-)) coincidentally decided to visit us ard the same time. And were with us for the trip.
There's something that only the elders can bring. Stories from a long time back, reasons behind our quaint-seeming rituals, news of far flung relatives, family histories...and of course their own brand of impatience with our new fangled concepts :).
But what was most special was being able to hear my naana recite the Guru Granth Saheb. Naana is blessed with a spectacular voice - and he is apparently a much cherished reader in their small community. Mom tells us that in the annual festival of the family saint (that happens in december) hundreds would gather to hear the sacred verses, and he would manage to read out to all of them without a mike! Had so far never managed to hear him because we'd never go visiting in December. This trip, after the mundan, we took my nephew to the tikaana for blessings. After that was done, naana asked us to sit around the sacred book, and he recited some verses for us. I was all agog...and I must confess I was savouring the moment more than the verses. Am unfortunately old enough to realise how valuable this moment was...I just let his voice wash over me. Am sure I will always be able to summon it...
And this, is why I so strongly believe that the best things in life are free. You just have to know when to open your arms and grab them!
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