The relation between a grandson and his grandfather is something very special, beyond words, yet felt in every little moment shared together.
playing together in growing years.
A grandson finds his grandfather as his first true friend.
A grandfather finds his grandson as his last precious friend.
So happy to be in grandpa’s lap.
Feeding newly born Gobind is a treat to remember in life time.
First eye contact.
The bond between me and Gobind is unlike any other, woven with love, trust, and countless shared moments that bridge two generations.
Most legible bachelor in town.
Gobind, my beloved grandson, is now 22 years of age. I have been blessed to watch him closely as he grew through every stage of life. From the innocent days of pre-school, to elementary and middle school, then high school and finally university, each step has been a joy for us to witness.
on walk to School, Gobind gets a motivational Police Batch from San Ramon Police Department.
Movie and Pop-Corn
Visiting San Francisco City on a pleasant day.
Winning Laurels
I still remember how regularly Harvinder and I would take turns dropping him at school in the mornings, and then waiting eagerly to pick him up in the afternoons. Those small routines became the highlights of our day.
Bringing back his Cello and school bag with Jania accompanying before being picked up from the curb.
Very often, after school, we would take Gobind and his sister Jania to a nearby snack shop—sometimes McDonald’s, sometimes another little eatery—just so they could laugh, play, and feel free. While they enjoyed the toys and games offered by these fast-food places, our joy was in simply watching them, soaking in their carefree delight.
As a young 16 years old being seen off at the SFO Airport on his way way to Japan.
Now Gobind has graduated from university, standing tall and confident, ready to step into life’s next chapter. Time has flown, yet the memories remain vivid—as if those snack-shop evenings were just yesterday.
Enjoying merry Christmas.
Yes, for a grandson, a grandfather is the first hand of friendship.
And for a grandfather, the grandson is the last companion of the heart.
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