Drafted last friday
A group of friends recite Vishnu Sahasranamam fairly regularly. I am not a regular in this group but today all stars aligned and I hosted the recitation in our house. It was a cozy gathering and an evening well spent in the company of good friends reciting the 1,000 names of the preserver of the universe.
I love the way the words of the sholakam roll on my tongue. With my rudimentary sanskrit, I am barely able to read it fluently, let alone understand it; but that does not stop me from loving it. It also reminds me of the perumal kovil I used to visit in Trichy during my high school years. Warm breeze caressing me as I did the pradashakanam, feeling safe and secure in my faith. That very same faith washes over me every time I hear this sholakam. In that sense, time stands still, what was true then is also true now, and it is as if nothing has changed.
One day, I hope to recite the sahasranamam fluently, but today I am thankful that it fills my heart with peace and fondness.