A patient, encouraging mentor

41 Nadu street will now be empty. As I enter the grilled door, he is seated there, at work on his painting, or in the armchair with eyes closed. Though I take care not to make noise, it takes him just a moment to realise my presence. He is not irritated at being disturbed. His warm Vangomma wipes away any guilt I might feel. If I need some information for Sruti, he takes barely a minute to collect his thoughts and by the time I get my recorder ready, he is ready. If it is a song I want to learn, or guidance for a concert, he is ever ready with his advice. He patiently hears me out, corrects me, but most important, encourages me always.