The fresh smell of Sandalwood from the incense sticks wafted through the air. It was a bright Saturday morning and the newness of the day hadn't worn off yet. The T.V. was on mute, and Baba was pacing in front of the it, immersed in the news from India. I saw amma move in the kitchen, her wet hair wrapped in a pancha, chanting mantras and brewing tea. The rise and fall of her voice accentuated by the chai masala filled the room and my heart.
The heavenly smell, the jingle of the ritual bell, the mantras, the reassuring sight of the diyas, the physical presence of amma baba, the familiarity of it all - do you know what it felt like? It felt like home. Life felt complete.
I smiled in gratitude, thanked my stars and got back to work.
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