For my Chotu —
My brother, my confidant, and the companion of my soul’s deepest musings. In his gentle courage and unwavering sincerity, he has shown me a truth that the world is oft reluctant to admit — that the earnest heart walks a perilous path in the eyes of the multitude, and yet it must not flinch. For he has taught me that though the world may mock the thoughtful man, it is thoughtfulness that anchors the soul amid the storm.
He has reminded me — not merely in word but in the quiet integrity of his life — that while theory may be grey and lifeless as ashes, the living tree of experience bears leaves ever green, ever golden.
And so, for all that he is and all that he continues to draw forth in me, I can echo no sentiment more fitting than the bard’s own: “I can no other answer make but thanks, and thanks, and ever thanks, my dear Chotuuuuuu!”
Image Copyright (c) Farahdeen Khan
Location: Taj Vivanta. Whitefield
