Thirty-five years ago, our worlds collided—
A spark ignited between silicon sands and lush green life.
I was an electronics engineer, consumed by circuits and codes,
Beholding the beehive of inanimate creations.
And then there was you—a botanist, a zoologist,
Brimming with life, wisdom, and spiritual grace.

Born in the same soil of Kumbakonam, our roots were shared.
Yet, while I lingered in its shadows—KMB, Coimbatore, Bengaluru,
Your journey had already stretched across the country.
You carried the vibrancy of your father’s roaming legacy,
A tapestry woven with diverse languages and culture.
While my Tamil and English sufficed in my small orbit,
Your mastery of English, Hindi, and Sanskrit was a universe of its own.

When you entered my life, the axis shifted.
You lit the wick of my untapped potential—
My first flight, my first job switch, my first journey abroad,
My first dollar earned—adventures I had never dared dream of.
You made the stagnant waters of my life ripple, then roar.
Every experience, every milestone, every discovery—
It all began with you.

Together we’ve journeyed to the farthest corners,
Met strangers who became friends, weathered storms that became stories.
Through life’s peaks and valleys, you stood firm,
Never once tethering my restless mind.
From circuits to software, from software to AI,
You anchored me with your unwavering presence.
Where I am the tinkerer, the disruptor, the dreamer,
You are the constant, the reality, the heartbeat of our story.

In the banyan tree of my life, there are many prop roots—
Mentors, friends, family—each lending strength and support.
But you, Latha, are the taproot.
The source of life, the unwavering foundation that keeps me alive.
Where I am the interface, the packaging, the marketer,
You are the content, the essence, the soul.

Beyond all, you have been my spiritual mentor,
Initiating me into ISKCON and guiding my journey of faith.
Your wisdom and devotion have been a beacon,
Illuminating a path I may never have found alone.

I go after Artificial Intelligence,
But you are my Real Intelligence.

Thirty-five years of partnership, love, and shared dreams.
Thirty-five years of a life that blossomed with your touch.
You are my partner; you are my life’s greatest adventure.
To you, I dedicate this ode, Latha—
For all that you have been, all that you are, and all that you inspire me to be.

Here’s to us—to the infinite journey ahead, hand in hand.