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There's a new memoir about Hinduism at the ever-elegant Triple Canopy.
At first, I knew Hinduism only as an extension of family life—full of order and chaos. Packed tight as atoms, transcendence, superstition, playful affection, and holy terror whirled about one another, clashing occasionally, like hanging temple bells purifying the wind. If Hinduism is the temple of civilization (as my great-grandfather loved to argue), then its daily pujas and seasonal Pujas are the candles, lamps, and fireworks that light up the altar.
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