I have known Bhaskar since his first months in the University of Rochester, N.Y (UofR) He had just started undergraduate degree in Engineering, while I was a graduate student in the Business School. We met in the student cafeteria – he had the look of a new student of Indian origin, so I approached him and we started to talk. What I remember from that conversation of roughly 50 years ago is that he, as a vegetarian, was having a difficult time with meals. Since I happened to know of three students sharing an apartment in the Graduate Living Center (GLC), who used to cook vegetarian meals, I introduced Bhaskar to Chitrangad Bhatnagar, Anil Jain, and Pawanjit Singh, all Ph.D. students, who welcomed him with open arms, and as they say, rest is history. This is how I got introduced to Bhaskar’s mom, Lakshmeeben’s Care parcels from Zambia to Bhasker in Rochester. She was a very kind lady and always included sweets for us. Once she visited Rochester and I met her. She had the aura of a very caring and lovely personality. After all these years, I can still picture her in Apartment 510 of GLC!!
In 1971, my wife, Radha joined me in Rochester and Lakshmeeben sent a Saree for her, such was her kind and affectionate nature! (Radha still has that Saree, as a keepsake!) Lakshmeeben was always solicitous of our welfare, as relayed by Bhasker to us. She sent us condiments and even a mortar and pestle, which I assume, we might have mentioned to Bhaskar, as in those days, the nearest Indian Grocery store was Kalustian, in New York city.
We only spoke once with her on phone when she was already settled in Australia with Smita. We were at Bhaskar’s place and he asked us, whether we wanted to speak to Lakshmeeben. On the phone, we could feel her affections in her voice and her deep caring nature for all connected to her.
Now that she is gone, she reminds us of the adage, “ As we go through life, people come and go, but very few leave footprints on the sands of our mind; Lakshmeeben was such a person.”
In prayers,
Rajan & Radha Gupta