It was January 13, 1996 when my parents arrived at a community
dance event in Tampa, Florida. My father had recently arrived in
Florida from India. It was the birthday of his first child, who lived in
Pennsylvania at that time. He had planned to fly to visit there to
celebrate the birthday, but there was a major snowstorm in the
northeast and all flights were cancelled. Since he could not go, he
decided to attend this dance in Tampa. My mother, who had been in
Florida for some months, regularly attended these events with a
friend. However, this night her friend could not go, so she decided to
attend alone. Toward the end of the evening as was the custom,
there was a waltz dance. My parents met during that dance and came
to realize that they both were living in the same city in the center of
the state. They agreed to exchange contact information, so that
perhaps they could travel together to future events. I believe it was a
God ordained meeting that led to their growing relationship over the
next months.