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On the occasion of my maternal grandfather’s 100th birth anniversary, I reflect on the indelible impact he has had on my life and the lives of so many others. Known as an English stalwart, he was a man of intellect and simplicity, whose presence, though quiet, was deeply felt. He was an enigma—always present, yet distant in a way that only those who knew him could truly understand.
My grandfather was often called a “mobile dictionary” by his students, a testament to his vast knowledge and love for language. I cannot remember a time when he wasn’t engrossed in a book or newspaper, always consuming and processing information. Even in his 80s, he tackled the Hindu crossword with unmatched enthusiasm, keeping his mind sharp and his curiosity alive.
Our trips to Higginbothams were magical—a ritual we both cherished. The smell of books, the quiet joy of choosing one, and his patient presence as I explored were the highlights of my childhood vacations. These trips weren’t just about books; they were about a shared love for discovery. I remember coaxing him into attempting ballroom dance steps, a challenge he indulged with quiet amusement, stepping out of his comfort zone just to make me happy.
Now, as a psychologist, I emphasize journaling as a tool for mental well-being. My grandfather didn’t just journal; he logged daily events with precision, including the smallest details, refusing to dismiss anything as mundane. For him, I imagine it wasn’t merely a record—it was an acknowledgment that every moment, no matter how ordinary, held its own value.
He was a man who never dramatized or overshared emotions, yet his presence was a constant, steady source of support. His love was never loud but always unwavering. He didn’t need to say much—his actions spoke volumes. Whether it was his deep appreciation for Carnatic music, the satisfaction of a well-prepared meal, or the sheer joy of a completed task, he showed us how to savor life’s simple pleasures.
Of all the things he inspired in me, the one I cherish most is the importance of intellectual engagement. It has been my anchor, helping me stay meaningfully occupied, discover my passions, and savor my journey as a writer.
Today, as I reflect on his 100 years of life, I feel profoundly blessed to have witnessed a life lived with such dignity, quiet strength, and enduring love. Thathu, your legacy is woven into the very fabric of who I am. Your wisdom, restraint, and unwavering love continue to guide me in countless ways. You will always be cherished, remembered, and deeply missed. Thank you for shaping my world in ways words can never fully capture.