Pouring out...ghee and grief
The young daughter pours the oblation of ghee into the sacred fire of the "havan"...and her tears pour down her tender young face.
My own eyes fill as I see the sorrow of the toughest part of growing up. If Agni and Swaha do not take her love up to her father, surely those twin streams of salt and grief will do so.
My own eyes fill as I see the sorrow of the toughest part of growing up. If Agni and Swaha do not take her love up to her father, surely those twin streams of salt and grief will do so.