We were privileged to know Devika for more than 35 years, probably 40, first in NJ and then in Florida. And it was a privilege.
Sunder and Devika, both extremely social and warm, attracted people like flies to Indian sweets, full of sugar. Their home was always open for anybody at any time – to stay, for meals, or just for good company. Sunder would invite people over to his home without any hesitation and in fact, an invitation was not necessary. My daughter and granddaughter lived close to Sunder and Devika in Florida and once when my granddaughter was 3 or 4, she saw a lot of people at their home and decided to attend the party. My daughter told her they were not invited to this party and Natasha responded, “I do not need any invitation, I am always welcome.” Because Sunder had told her that she was always welcome. And she marched off to the party. Sunder was able to be a generous host because he knew that he had solid support from Devika.
All this socializing and generous hospitality was possible only because Devika smilingly made it possible – her buffet rivaled that of the legendary Taj Hotel in Mumbai, where she came from, her flan out of this world.
Devika never complained or criticized, always smiled and supported. She made you feel like family, genuine caring.
When Sunder bought a house in Florida, where I had already moved from NJ, in my development, suddenly my social network increased four-fold, as, within a year of moving, Sunder and Devika had created a vibrant following, which I was lucky to be a part of. About a dozen people from NJ bought a second home in our development, The Reserve, to be close to them. There was a party at their home almost every week with Sunder in his Hawaiian short presiding and Devika making sure that everything was going smoothly. I started calling our development “Sunder Nagar” – Sunder’s township.
What is missed in all this is Devika’s more important qualities. As I learned about Devika’s life, I was absolutely fascinated. She went through much hardship in life having been driven out of her home as a refugee at a tender age and became responsible for her younger siblings when normally she herself would have required caring. She came out on top. She was a determined lady, committed to overcoming one and all adversities in her life. She traveled to the US on a cargo ship to get educated at the University of Minnesota. Imagine a single woman all alone on a ship and imagine an Indian woman in a sari walking from her dorm to the classroom through the snow when there was not another Indian anywhere nearby. Gutsy or crazy, whatever you may call it, I am just plain awestruck.
I was so fascinated by her life story that I wanted to write it up and publish it. It was one of those things that never happened. And now that she is gone, there are so many memories and perhaps it is not too late to write the story I wanted to.
In Hindu tradition, a soul is imperishable and maybe she is looking down at Sunder Nagar, whose unquestionable queen she was, on her friends here, smiling. Devika, we will miss you.
Arun Maheshwari