He led me from the deep water My small hand tightly in his; Walking from where the water Was deep over my chest The waves buffeting And drawing me under. His strength sustaining, giving courage His hand steadying. Leading me back to shore. Did he remember, always, as do I The touch of my hand in his As I, in turn, led my children from the deep water? Does he still watch and remember As I lead them to shore? The poems in "Awakening" describe Aniket Pant's journey towards self realization - from the grief of loss to the joy of renewal. The photographs, taken over several years, reflect his...