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On his birthday,

a gift for us

EVEN AS I write this, tears blur my eyes. I can see my son
Shantanu wants to know how much time it will take me to finish
my office work. He doesn’t know that this work has nothing to do
with my office, but with him. For it recounts how he got well ever
since year 2001, when he was just three and a half years old and
having seizures. Doctors assumed these were due to “night terror”
and gave them no further thought.

However, between December 2001 and early January 2002,
Shantanu suffered two more such fits. Neurophysicians got a
plethora of investigations done and it was established that my son
was suffering from some form of epilepsy. Immediately, his treatment
began. Despite the medicines, Shantanu always appeared lost and
fearful.

Then on 7 July 2002—we had learnt it was his ‘birthday’—we had
Guruji’s first darshan. We got his photographs. Whenever it would
seem that a seizure was imminent, we would keep Guruji’s photo
near Shantanu. The danger would pass the moment we did so.

Then Guruji left for Punjab. We were helpless and miserable in
Guruji’s physical absence. We decided to visit him at Jalandhar in
the middle of January. After darshan, he invited us to join the sangat
at a house-warming party of a guru bhai. It was then, at the door of
the mandir, that my wife told Guruji about Shantanu’s illness. He
just said “Kyon (Why?)” and added that everything was okay. He then
gestured to us to follow the rest of the sangat to the party. We felt

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