Yesterday we celebrated a mass for the youth group of our parish. Participation was voluntary. Going by the notion that our youth are famous to give cold shoulder to prayers or a mass given a chance, I was not expecting much participation. And to my pleasant surprise the group members did turn up for the mass in significant numbers and also enjoyed the experience. Happy to be proven wrong and hope that the youth continue to be part of such experiences in the near future as well.
I recently watched a Tamil movie that left me reflecting deeply on the intricate, often unseen threads of connection that bind us to others. Despite having watched it twice and appreciating its nuanced storytelling, I still struggle to pronounce the name of the mysterious relative, Meiyazhagan . The name may evade me, but the emotions it evokes resonate deeply. The story unfolds with Arul, a man who embarks on an emotional journey to reconnect with his roots. During his visit to Thanjavur, Arul is shown his childhood bicycle, now a cherished relic in the home of a relative he barely remembers. The bicycle, meticulously maintained, symbolizes resilience and love—it once served as a livelihood tool for the family and now stands as a "god" in their household. The relative, referred to as Nandhini’s husband, shows unwavering affection and generosity toward Arul, despite the latter's inability to recall his name or their shared history. This anonymity does not dimi...
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