One of my fondest memories of childhood is our annual visits to my pishi’s bari (home) in New Delhi. My pishi (bua, father’s sister) was a very steadfast Sai Baba devotee. There were numerous life like portraits of Baba at her home. She also had a very nice sculpture of him in the puja (worship)Continue reading “The only solution”
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Dear daddy
I don’t think I can truely attempt to write a memoir of my dad. His simple holy life, his dedication to his ideals, his relentless pursuance of ultimate truth, his infinite calmness in the face of numerous materialistic challenges is so magnificently divine that the true essence cannot be captured in words. Hence, it isContinue reading “Dear daddy”
Everyday little things 