I remember him every minute of my life

I am fortunate to have lived during the best years of my father’s life and witnessed his career from the 1960s till he passed away in 1979. It was the golden period of his multi-faceted contribution to different organisations, committees, and bodies – national and international. He worked tirelessly to transmit the intrinsic values of Sanskritic heritage, art and Indian culture to society at large. My mother, a cheerful, beautiful woman, cared for her renowned husband, and stood by him all her life. She proudly said her husband was her invaluable property and that she cared not for any materialistic wealth. A contented lady, she was the real strength behind my father, enabling him to devote himself day and night to scholarly pursuits. Money was never the major consideration in their lives. Together they sailed through waves of pleasure and pain, creating a large space where any relative, musician, dancer, scholar, student, friend, or neighbour could take refuge anytime.