He is still handsome, although he looks quite aged for someone not quite 60.  But then, in the 20 years I've known him he has always looked that way.  Frail, dignified, white-haired and -bearded, inquisitive, friendly, and good-hearted.  He and Rajinder are extremely proud and protective of their two children.  When we first knew them Lovaleen was beyond the toddler stage, and Imran was just learning to walk.  The most beautiful children we'd ever seen.

Little wonder; their mother was a vision of exquisite loveliness.  At that time, even though she was in the workforce, having a very good job with the public service, she wore saris, and they emphasized her beauty.  As a member of a visible minority she was a valuable addition to the federal government's workforce, since the emphasis there has always been on welcoming visible minorities and women to the public service; in fact, encouraging them to join the public service, actively seeking out their engagement so they might reflect the representative makeup of the public.

Lovaleen is now a mother herself, of two infants, a little boy and a little girl.  Her parents drive to Toronto for long week-ends often to stay with their daughter and her husband, to visit with their grandchildren.  Their son-in-law is doing very well for the family, as a medical technician.  His family, living in Toronto, have extended ties back in India, to Mohindar's extended family.

Imran now attends university, and he is an industrious young man.  While he was growing up he become involved in soccer and hockey little-league teams, and was heartbroken when he was diagnosed with a medical condition that would not permit his continued involvement in organized sports.  But he is also a studious young man, and alert to the needs of his parents.  His father, partially disabled by a shoulder injury which several operations did nothing to alleviate, depends on his son to do all manner of physically onerous household duties, and Imran never disappoints, while managing to hold down a part-time job as well.

When, around 1976, after having been in Canada for about five years, Mohindar finally agreed, as a devoted and dutiful son, to return to India to find a wife, he was 29 years old.  His family had done all the preliminary preparations.  He had never met Rajinder before, and when the two were exposed to one another, it was briefly and in the presence of a multitude of family members.  Rajinder was fifteen at the time, and not a word was exchanged between them.  It took two such get-togethers before Mohindar finally agreed to marriage.

He stayed with his new wife for four days before returning to Canada, then undertaking the paperwork to sponsor her emigration as his spouse, under family-class reunification.  Ottawa then had few Sikhs in its population.  It was altogether a much smaller city than it is now.  Now, there is a gurdwara where people gather weekly to pray and to socialize.