Sipping milk warmed with cardamom pods and honey, listening to soft rain falling outside the window. Krishna Das chants while I cut the chai, mix the spices with sea salt, crafting a bath elixir to soothe a heavy heart. The daughter's boyfriend leaves tomorrow for Navy basic training.
Namo, namo, Anjaninandanaaya
I bow, and bow again to Anjani's son, Hanuman
Jaya Seeya Raama, Jai Jai Hanumaan
Victory to Sita and Ram, Victory to Hanuman, Victory over the darkness of suffering
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