Religion For Me

"There is not much I remember of father. I was only 10 when he passed away. I only have very faint memories of him, but once every year he shows himself to me in my dreams, and that particular...

Published15 June 2017

Reading Time 2 mins

Author Stories of Nepal

Location Nepal

"There is not much I remember of father. I was only 10 when he passed away. I only have very faint memories of him, but once every year he shows himself to me in my dreams, and that particular morning I feel better than the rest of the days. After father died, it was very difficult for mother to raise all of us. We did not have any cultivable land to plant crops, nor did we have any money to invest in a small business. So mother worked in the fields of the landlord for many years. As I grew old, I acquired knowledge of the gods and of praying. The gurus took me in and I stayed in several weeks learning about gods from them. That became my duty in life. To show path to the lost. Today, I still do the same and perform rituals and ceremonies in the temples in Panauti. That is what gives me peace. Things have changed, the worshippers have become different but I feel the gods are the same. Giving us the same sufferings and the same happiness, to be able to live life. Today, I do not have the riches but I still come forward to help someone who needs food and money more than I do. That is what religion is for me. I am sure it must have been my father to teach me to love people even though there is not much of him that I remember." (Satya Narayan Karmacharya, Panauti 7, Kavre)

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