My daadi - a tribute
My beloved grandmother passed away on October 30, 2014. She was very dear to me, and I used to spend a lot of time with her when I was in India. We would talk for hours, and discuss Sikh history as well as Guru 's teachings. Sometimes, we would just disagree and then after some debating talks, we used to have a laugh at our discussion. All my childhood, I spent beneath her benevolent eyes. When I "grew-up" and went overseas, I would talk to her on phone and video call whenever she was around. She was the one who ignited and boosted the sikh spirit in me. I would watch her dedication towards living a true sikh , a disciplined one. When I went to India in March, 2013, I had the auspicious moments to spend some quality time with her. Her vision and hearing was highly deteriorated, and it was very hard for her to see or hear anyone. When I reached her room, she was resting. I sat next to her, held her arm and started whispering near her ear. She sat up, trying to rec
