“That though the radiance which was once so bright be now forever taken from my sight. Though nothing can bring back the hour of splendor in the grass, glory in the flower... I will grieve not, rather find strength in the memory that remains behind.”


I find it difficult to imagine my childhood without this great beacon of light, unassuming, unassertive...always there in the darkest of nights or brightest of days, guiding us in deep waters. Simple in her ways, she was a loving mother, always doting on her kids and grandkids.

I can still remember those years as a kid, when our afterschool home was at grandma’s, the discipline she instilled in us, the little bits of wisdom she passed on, the time she made my brother, her eldest grandson, join taekwondo classes when everyone else was against it, the times she used to make me aloo-parathas when i would fuss over dal-roti.

There was a magic in her touch, a sunshine in her smile, there was love in every thing she did to make our lives worthwhile.