My mother's father, who died three years ago, would have turned 100 years old on this day.

I have only a few memories of him, especially from the time of summer vacations in childhood. I grew up in a suburb of Mumbai, and every summer we used to take the train on a 24-hour-journey to Chennai, where we'd spend a month with my maternal uncle and his family and my grandparents.

What I remember the most is that he had an unwavering faith in God and an absolute acceptance of fate that I've come to admire the older I've gotten.

The more I see how little of life is truly in my control, the more I've come to admire my late grandfather's accepting, trusting nature.

Remembering him fondly on this day ...

my late grandfather would have turned 100 today