“Thank you mother. You are wonderful... Sairam.”, Nikhil said before putting down the phone. Now, he knew what he had to do - put in efforts, in whatever way he could.
That day, something happened. As the key for the bhajan was played on the harmonium, Nikhil was unable to catch the correct pitch. He began on a wrong note! Everyone seemed shocked and another singer tried to immediately help him with it. None of this escaped Swami’s keen ear and eye. A frown came upon his face and turned into a sort of grimace as Nikhil struggled to catch the key. Swami then closed His eyes as if to be blind to the mess that was happening. In the meanwhile, Nikhil got the situation under control and sang the bhajan. But the damage had been done.
“So, Seshagiri Rao’s great-grandson, Sundaramma’s son and Sucharita’s nephew indeed continued the family honour and tradition of singing for God eh?” I asked Nikhil with a teasing smile.
“You can’t get me to commit the same mistake a third time brother”, he replied with a broader smile, “none of that matters now. What matters is that I am Swami’s child - just as you are.”