Thinking of my grandfather.

Today is the death anniversary of my grand-father, and somehow, he was a person who deeply touched me. In our tradition, baptism name of the eldest son is the name of the paternal grandfather, and so I got my baptismal name from him. I share two experiences; one which marked me profoundly and the other (though very old) is still in the memory.

  1. My grandfather was a character who evoked respect, love and a little fear in me. We loved him, but there was a slight fear of getting a shouting from him. When I decided to join the Jesuits, it was a difficult decision for my family. I…