The warm yellow afternoon surrounded us, and the sea breeze brushed the air. We fell into a companionable pujari rhythm. Kirtan is fifteen, quiet and deep, and our rapport echoes much of older sister - younger brother.
Halfway through our service, I asked one of my hypothetical questions.
Halfway through our service, I asked one of my hypothetical questions.
"Kirtan, if you were to die tomorrow, and you could go to one place anywhere in the world for your last day, where would you go?"
In his detached way, Kirtan shrugged. "I don't know," He continued to search through bracelets.
"Oh come on, Kirtan, just answer,"
"I don't know, why does this matter?"
"Come on," I cajoled, "The value of my question is that you consider what is important to you, and what you value in life. Just consider my question,"
Kirtan was quiet, and we resumed our puja to Gaura Nitai. And then, in his nonchalant, profound way, he said, "I would go somewhere where I would cry."
I froze and turned to look at him. "Cry?"
"Well, cry with love. For God."
I was quiet for long moments. His answer rung in my mind. Then I said softly, "Thank you, Kirtan, that is a beautiful answer."
He tilted his head and smiled a little, and continued with his service.