A big “Hi” from Alpharetta Farmers’ Market
Sharmila went out to pick some vegetables. I sat with Jay Jay over a cappuccino watching the Farmers’ Market crowd while waiting for her.
Jay Jay just put his butt down on the ground and refused to budge. Kept staring at every passer by to check if it was mom. Finally when she showed up, he agreed to get up and go!
The Aroras
Quite unexpectedly, I woke up this morning to a message from Gagan that they were in Atlanta. Eshan is starting an internship in midtown and they were here to settle him down. Of course, that meant we needed to get together that evening.
I got to know Gagan in Oct 1995 when he finally joined the start up company after threatening to do so for quite some time! The four of us – Bharti, Sharmila and we two – had gotten very close to each other with all those hours of coding together and then going out for lunch or dinner together.
If I remember correctly, they got married one year after we got married. They had their first child exactly one year after we did. And of course, they had their second child also one year after we had ours!
Hike along Vickery Creek with Nikita
Evening out at one of our watering holes
A perfect human being
This gentleman has been my friend for many a moon. Pushing half a century almost. I had found out some time back, thru a common friend, about some of the serious health issues he has been fighting. Himself being a doctor ,who alleviates pain for kids on a daily basis, it struck me as a bit unfair that he would have to go thru his severe health crisis.
There are stories about how when admitted to the hospital for surgery, he would go around and talk to the other patients and raise their morale level. It was like he was born to serve human beings, one way or the other.
It is with a modicum of justice from fate and a lot of discipline on his side that most of his battle is behind him. Although he will have to live with a few conditions for the rest of his life.
Now, for most of us those conditions would be emotionally, physically and mentally devastating. Not for this gentleman.
I had been wanting to see him face to face for some time. My first India trip after these many days gave me that opportunity.
That one hour that I spent with him showed to me the ultimate living proof of the aphorism – “In life, pain is inevitable. Suffering is optional!”
Thank you Sudipta for being that shining beacon that you have always been ever since I met you on that fateful morning of Jan 10, 1977 for the first time.