One evening, a young woman rushed into the temple. Her silk saree was wet with rain, and her eyes were wild. "Ayya! My father is dying," she wept. "He wants to hear the 'Punyajanam Mantra' before he goes. But no one in the hospital knows it. Please come."
"Thatha," Karthik said, scrolling through his screen, "this 'punya janam' talk is old. Life is about career, money, success. No one believes in mantras anymore." punyajanam mantra in tamil
Karthik had no answer. He had come to Madurai to escape a panic attack that had struck him during a boardroom presentation. He felt empty—a successful machine with no soul. One evening, a young woman rushed into the temple