Rewind……
Kalyan means a drive for spiritual progress and enlightenment, said my father when I once quizzed him non-stop ‘Why kalyan?’. Like how that quest is bedrocked in foundations deep, our humble house too. It is much like the Dana building in the FountainHead, a building that will do its purpose. Speaks a lot about the man behind! As simple, as austere and as ‘spacious’ ! No frills, no sops! And I liked it.
Canfin Homes had a heyday; its manager had a few feasts. A few feasts later the dream was re-born. The first floor! A few years had passed. Time had flowed past me as I onlooked. Life had been on collateral as time was ironing out a few incongruities.
I lost my old man not his dreams.
I lost my father but not his words.
I lost his company in prayer but not his hymns and his prayers.
I lost his ailments but not their scars.
I lost him. I lost him, not. [Don’t mind the touch of Douglas’
A small one! A spiritual one!
The one that I would love to as a margi!
So be it.