Babu Ji’s Legacy – A Testament in Time

There are lives that do not seek recognition, yet they leave behind a quiet radiance that outlives the years. My father — whom we all lovingly call Babuji — was one such man. His life was not marked by possessions or proclamation, but by a luminous simplicity. He lived by values that did not waver with circumstanceContinue reading “Babu Ji’s Legacy – A Testament in Time”

The Oak-A tree of Time, Myth, and Memory- VI

In Memory and Intimacy: A Personal Companion  “The tree is the slowest, most patient of all living things. To sit beneath one is to be reminded of what endures when everything else passes.”— John Fowles If myth made the oak divine, and art made it eternal, then memory makes it beloved. There are trees weContinue reading “The Oak-A tree of Time, Myth, and Memory- VI”

My Father, Me, My Sons

A Reflection for Father’s Day Father’s Day is not an Indian tradition, yet it’s quiet arrival each June has begun to find a place in our consciousness. Perhaps its popularity owes something to commercial enthusiasm, but behind the greeting cards and curated gifts lies an occasion—a pause in the stream of days—to honour the menContinue reading “My Father, Me, My Sons”