A Festival and a Truth Too Heavy
In 2013, when my wedding was planned for the following year, we decided to visit the village for the temple festival — the oor kodai.
It was my first time truly experiencing it.
I participated in rituals like Mulai Pari and the grand Thaer Thiruvizha, where the chariot rolled through the village streets.
Food was served three times a day in the temple itself. Those who couldn’t attend — especially the elderly — received food at their homes.
The village still followed traditions with love and care.
But behind my smile, a storm was brewing.
Just before we left for the village, my sister and I had accompanied my mother to the doctor.
That was when we heard the truth.
My mother had a severe heart condition.
She had only a few months to live.
As the drums played at the festival, my heart felt heavy.
As people celebrated life, I was silently preparing for loss.
That festival was both beautiful and painful — joy and sorrow walking side by side.
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