A very touching story, Professor Veeraraghavan. I have been away from home for a few years now, and there is an obvious void in my life I couldn't exactly pinpoint. This post explains that perfectly, there is grace in stillness.
Enjoying your thoughtful blogs, Senthil, and particularly this one! How quietly some people and incidents influence our development. Glad that you remembered.
That was a wonderful story, Prof Veeraraghavan. Everyone has a S & D in their lives and your newsletter might cause a twitch in their hearts. I am feel ashamed that I didn’t recollect the S&D’s of my life on the occasion of Mother’s Day until I read your newsletter.
The D of my life was a Professor in IISc Bangalore. He had gifted me a Cross fountain pen from one his trips to America in the early 80’s. That pen is one of my most valued possessions.
Thank you for sharing the touching story behind the dictionary. I have been away from home and this path down your memory lane evoked strong feelings of nostalgia in me. Which made me quite emotional. I am a telugite myself who was born and brought up in a middle class house in Chennai and I feel enormous grief when I think about how I simply won't be able to taste certain delicacies I had growing up; grieve not just the loss of foods, but also the people and the time you spent with them. They needn't be particularly close to you (like the S & D in your story) but they were there and now, you can never go back to that time. They have either grown old or are no longer there. All you can do is try to remember those moments from your memory (which keeps fading with time). Again, thank you for your relatable blog post.
Wonderful column.
A very touching story, Professor Veeraraghavan. I have been away from home for a few years now, and there is an obvious void in my life I couldn't exactly pinpoint. This post explains that perfectly, there is grace in stillness.
Heartfelt Story!
Enjoying your thoughtful blogs, Senthil, and particularly this one! How quietly some people and incidents influence our development. Glad that you remembered.
That was a wonderful story, Prof Veeraraghavan. Everyone has a S & D in their lives and your newsletter might cause a twitch in their hearts. I am feel ashamed that I didn’t recollect the S&D’s of my life on the occasion of Mother’s Day until I read your newsletter.
The D of my life was a Professor in IISc Bangalore. He had gifted me a Cross fountain pen from one his trips to America in the early 80’s. That pen is one of my most valued possessions.
Thank you for sharing the touching story behind the dictionary. I have been away from home and this path down your memory lane evoked strong feelings of nostalgia in me. Which made me quite emotional. I am a telugite myself who was born and brought up in a middle class house in Chennai and I feel enormous grief when I think about how I simply won't be able to taste certain delicacies I had growing up; grieve not just the loss of foods, but also the people and the time you spent with them. They needn't be particularly close to you (like the S & D in your story) but they were there and now, you can never go back to that time. They have either grown old or are no longer there. All you can do is try to remember those moments from your memory (which keeps fading with time). Again, thank you for your relatable blog post.