We were on our way to the Gurudwara Sahib after the ritual at home. It was Navaan’s wish to go, and somehow, I didn’t have the heart to say no. Both of us sat quietly in his Defender, the hum of the engine filling the silence that neither of us dared to break.

When he came to pick me up earlier, for a moment, my heart simply… paused. Dressed in all white, he looked like a white pigeon — calm, pure, and somehow, my peace. There was something divine about him that day. Even breathing the same air as him felt like a blessing.