I met Raghav for the first time when I was 16 years old and travelling to Faizabad by train. The simple-looking calm boy a little older than me caught my attention as he was lost in thought looking at the passing landscape. My curiosity was piqued and I extended a friendly gesture. “Care for some Indian Plums?” I asked, breaking the silence. Raghav’s eyes sparkled with a quiet gratitude. “Thank you, they are my favourites. A friend of mine used to share these with me,” he replied, accepting the offer. This simple exchange marked the beginning of our profound friendship. As the train chugged along, our conversation deepened, weaving through topics of travel leading to philosophy & and ultimately religion