Sony Kumar's BLOG

There are places in the world that hold more than history—they hold memory, promise, and destiny. For me, that place is Benaras, the eternal city, where the sacred Kashi Vishwanath Temple and the revered Sankat Mochan Hanuman Temple became the backdrop of a vow I made as a 14-year-old boy.

I was sick then, struggling with health issues that weighed heavily on my young body. My mother, my anchor and protector, brought me to Benaras—not only to see a specialist physician but also to seek blessings from the Gods. I had never asked the divine for anything, but when I saw her cry over my suffering, I broke my silence. I prayed: “Make me better, and I will never ask for myself again.”

The Gods listened. I recovered. And I kept my promise.

My Mother: The Anchor of My Life

My mother was more than a parent—she was my battery charger, my compass, my point of reference. If something I did wouldn’t make her proud, I simply wouldn’t do it. That principle has kept me grounded all my life.

She taught me trust and resilience, and I now see sparks of her in my niece, Simran. When I speak with Simran, I see my mother’s reflection—her wisdom, her quiet strength, her boundless care. Naturally, she has become my favorite, because in her presence I relive the essence of my mother.

My parents never doubted me, even when I doubted myself. My father admired my mother deeply, and together they lived a true partnership. She sacrificed herself to keep the family together, becoming the invisible architect of stability. Women of her generation—and generations before—were the unsung builders of India’s progress. They bore the cost of stability, and I celebrate them always.

The Science of Mothers and Children

I once told my mother I was grateful nature chose her for me. Interestingly, research suggests that mothers often carry traits of their last child within them, shaping their personality and emotional resonance. Perhaps that explains why she carried my essence so deeply, and why I felt so profoundly connected to her.

Destiny and the Path

Before I left India as a teenager, my mother told me something I only understand now:

“God won’t choose you, but your path will. It will break you, but that is when you will be built. You are different, because that is your destiny.”

She was right. I did come close to death later in life, and I returned to Benaras as she had asked. This time, I did not pray. I simply watched thousands surrender to their Gods, and I thanked the universe for allowing me to live as a human being.

The Message

Life is heartbreak, pain, and joy woven together. It is people who make it magical. India itself is proof of divine resilience—a society full of contradictions, yet thriving for thousands of years. Among its chaos, you meet souls especially created by the Gods. And you don’t need temples to find them; you just need to live among them.

I am my mother’s son, my father’s legacy. I will eventually die, but until then, I was created to live. My mission is simple: to add value to what already exists, to build a humanity the Gods can be proud of.

And now, as part of that mission, I am planning to build the House of Spirituality in Benaras ( by HARLEY of LONDON) —a sanctuary that celebrates Hinduism, Sikhism, Jainism, Buddhism, and the mighty Kabir, honouring all the religions and philosophies that have shaped this sacred city.

Final Reflection

Carry your promises. Celebrate the women who built your foundation. Live with care, empathy, and compassion. And when you walk through life’s chaos, remember—it is people who make life sacred.

Benaras taught me that faith is not about asking—it is about becoming. And my mother taught me that destiny is not chosen—it is lived.

“I am my mother’s son and my father’s legacy. I was created not to ask, but to add value—to build a humanity the Gods can be proud of. And in Benaras, through the House of Spirituality, I will honour every faith, every soul, and every spark of divinity that makes life sacred.”