A Lesson from Pithru Paksha
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The experience taught me that rituals are about giving-giving not just physical objects but also our ego, our desires, and our attachment to material comforts. Everything offered in the ceremony symbolizes our respect and surrender. As I watched the priests take each item, I realized that it was not a loss but a form of spiritual exchange-an offering of faith, respect, and gratitude to those who have come before us. And in return, we receive their blessings-a gift far more valuable than anything we could ever offer.
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