This is not the grandeur of mere words; this is my lived experience. My Hari-katha is my true mother; she is not parceled out to others. She gave birth to me, nurtured me, and laid me to rest in my own true nature. She is overflowing with the nectar of the three worlds, the essence of Brahman. Vishnu folds his hands before her; Shiva bows his head to her dust. Says Tuka, Death itself is held in chains at the feet of this power.