Intro: This Guru Poornima brought more than rituals—it brought reflection. While my daughter Siri offered Paada Pooja to her mother in school, I was beside my own mother in a hospital ward. I couldn’t attend the ceremony, but I lived the lesson. And maybe, just maybe, I received a different kind of blessing—one whispered between generations, carried silently on the breath of love. đź“ť Reflective Piece Guru Poornima came wrapped in sacred ritual this year—but not in the way I’d imagined. As Siri bowed to her mother’s feet, offering "Paada Pooja" with reverence and grace, I stood beside another guru: my own mother, fragile and healing, her wisdom etched deep into my soul. I wasn’t physically present for the rituals at school. Doctors made their rounds, and my feet couldn’t move from the bedside. Yet somehow, my heart stretched across places—blessing my daughter from afar, guiding my wife with quiet instructions, reminding her to wear saree and uphold tradition as our liv...