The grudge prority

Are you holding a grudge? About?

Pins and needles rose with every delay, every rush through traffic, every duty remembered too late. Hunger was set aside, sleep taken in its place, and dreams dissolved before they could be held. A mother’s voice asked, “Did you eat?”—and the answer, as always, was not yet.

Through the rain the bandage was bought, delivered to the father who, playful as a child, spat water like a fountain. Scolding turned to laughter, yet the heart felt the weight of endless giving.

That night, the temple glowed with the light of the Thirunakarasoo anniversary. The flame burned steadily, reminding all who gathered that devotion is not only offering to others, but also honoring the self. In its glow came a whisper:

“If you forget yourself, grudges will grow like shadows. To favor yourself is not selfish—it is the way to let love flow freely. Care for yourself as you care for others, and peace will follow.”

And so the lesson was sealed: Thirunakarasoo’s light is not only a memory of the past, but a guide for balance. Where self and service walk together, grudges vanish, and the heart rests in peace.