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2364: Signature Sweetness

It began at a Ganapati Mela a simple stall of homemade chocolates that caught my daughter’s eye and mine. That stall belonged to a neighbor, Rupali, who would soon become the "silent partner" in my professional journey. Without realizing it then, a beautiful tradition was born: I eventually refused to enter an industrial MDP or an academic FDP without a box full of homemade magic.


Rupali was more than a chocolatier; she was my creative sounding board. I remember with such warmth how she had the immense patience of the entire world as she sat with me, listening to long, detailed descriptions of my upcoming sessions. I would discuss at length:

  • The nuances of the topic and the participants' backgrounds.

  • The exact number of participants and the duration of the event.

  • The "overall face" and energy I wanted the session to project.

She breathed life into my wildest ideas, never saying "no" to my requests for unique flavors, shapes, or sizes.


I still vividly remember my sessions for Western Coal Fields, where we distributed "gold medals" chocolates meticulously tied with red ribbons. The participants didn't just learn about data; they felt celebrated. Every single treat was:

  • Wrapped with Love: You could feel the affection in the precision of the packaging.

  • Tailored with Thought: She would include one-liners, quotes, and research tips specifically chosen for the audience we had discussed.


Now, I have uprooted and rerooted to a new location. My sessions are still high-energy, filled with AI tools and storytelling, but I feel a profound void. Entering a workshop without my "tasty buddies" feels like showing up without my soul.

The AI and the eithcal research shortcuts are all there but the heart is missing. I find myself wishing for a bit of magic to bring that "Signature Sweetness" back to my work. To say I miss her is an understatement; it is something "beyond."

Miss you, Rupali.

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