Tirumal Mundargi

The father wore six threads against the son's three, both in white dhotis, sitting in front of copper cups and copper spoons in copper plates, putting water in the center of their palms, sipping, giving away to the red Sun in front of them. They closed their nostrils alternately with their thumbs and forefingers, right, left, right, left, and then saluted the Sun. They got up, the dust from the cows' hooves drifting toward the sun.