Hulo’s Qutub Minar Moment: A Father’s Pride in Time
It was his Qutub Minar moment — one I’ll never forget. As we stood before that towering marvel of history, I watched his eyes light up with a curiosity far beyond his years. He spoke with such depth, recounting every layer of its chronology, every ruler, every forgotten hand that shaped those ancient stones.
Listening to him, I wasn’t just at Qutub Minar — I was traveling through centuries, guided by my own son’s inquisitive mind. Each word he uttered felt like a brushstroke painting India’s glorious past. And there I was — amazed, humbled, and quietly proud — realizing my little boy was growing into a storyteller of history, breathing life into the past with each sentence.
That day, as the winter sun cast its golden hue over the monument, I saw something more enduring than stone — a spark of heritage alive in him. For a father, there’s no greater joy than witnessing your child connect with the soul of history itself.