As the first rays of the morning sun kissed the earth, a new chapter began on this land — a chapter that had been waiting for years, quietly resting in the heart of our father. His dream was simple, yet vast: a place of peace, a sanctuary for those seeking solace, connection, and healing. And now, in his absence, we were here to bring that dream to life.
This house had been more than just a piece of earth. It had been home to generations, filled with laughter, joy, and challenges. Our father had worked tirelessly on it, nurturing the soil, planting trees, and building memories. But there was one thing he had always spoken of: a place where people could come, breathe deeply, and find themselves again. He believed that peace was not just a luxury but a need. And he knew this land, with its quiet corners and towering trees, was the perfect place to create such a sanctuary.
When our father passed, it felt like the world had stopped, and the dreams he held within him seemed to leave with him. Yet, in the stillness of those days after, a gentle whisper echoed in our heart. It was his voice — not in words, but in feeling — urging us to continue, to finish what he had started. His last wish was not to be remembered in monuments, but in actions. He wanted his legacy to live through healing, through the sharing of peace. And so, we made a promise. A promise to him, to the land, and to all who would walk through the doors of what would become his meditation center. We promised to create a place of sanctuary, where people could let go of their burdens, listen to the silence, and reconnect with their truest selves.
We stood at the center of our home, the very spot my father had often stood, looking out over the sky. The breeze rustled the leaves in a soft, comforting hum, as if the land itself was welcoming me. Around us, nature’s symphony played — the gentle rustle of the trees, the distant call of birds, the soft murmur of the stream nearby. It was in these moments that we realized: my father’s dream was already alive. It lived in the heartbeat of this place, in the air that carried memories, and in the soil that had been nourished with love and care. It was ready.
As we began the work of transforming the house, we felt his presence guiding me. We could almost hear his voice saying, “This is not just a building you are creating. It is a space for healing. It is a home for those seeking peace. It is where the heart of the world can rest. “The meditation center would not just be a physical space; it would be a reflection of his spirit. It would be open to all, a welcoming place where no matter what burdens one carried, they could find peace. The design was simple, yet profound. Light-filled rooms, natural elements woven into every corner, and an open space for meditation under the sky. There would be no rush, no competition, only time to breathe, to reflect, and to heal. And as the doors were opened for the first time, we could feel the weight of his dream wrapping around us. It was no longer just his. It had become all of ours. In every quiet corner of this place, we felt his love. In every mindful step taken by those who entered, we could sense his presence. Our father’s dream was no longer a wish left unfulfilled; it was a living, breathing reality — a sanctuary for healing, peace, and connection.
Through this meditation center, we were not just honoring his memory — we were living it. And as people arrived, bringing their hopes and their pain, we could feel the beautiful cycle complete. Our father’s dream had come full circle. It is not only his gift to his daughters, but his gift to the world.
We are introducing you to three daughters of Late Sh. Shiv Kumar who represent three pillars of the family (Dr. Anubhuti, Dr. Chhavi, Neha): Perseverance, Patience and Persistence.