They give us the roots, and they give us the wings...

......and then...we fly away!

His father stood outside the house, gazing in the dark, waiting for him to make a generous visit of 22 hours, 22 minutes and 22 seconds.

I am not sure if he noticed it or not, but I certainly did. At 40 something, he was still his parents little one. As he devoured on home made idlis, dosa & sambhar rice, fondly prepared by his mother, his parents stood on either side of the table, watching him eat. While his mother served him some more rice and curd, his father made sure that he had pickle to go with it. The satisfaction that reflected on their face was a sight to capture...

Never had I missed my camera so much as I did yesterday when I visited parents of this most revered  teacher and mentor of mine - Prof. RV. A traditional south Indian dinner and a wonderful conversation with 3 generations of his family gathered in the same room, made my first visit to Chennai, worth remembering.