There are moments in life when you stumble upon something—or someone—not by design but by a thread of destiny gently guiding your steps. For me, one such moment occurred in the quiet, sunlit corners of the British Library in Delhi, sometime in the late 1990s.

There are moments when a photograph does not simply capture an image; it captures a soul. As I sat gazing at the old photograph of Dr. Constantine Hering in his study, I felt an invisible thread pulling me across time, inviting me to step into his world — a world where silence spoke, where books breathed, and where every object seemed to hum with a quiet symphony of a life devoted to healing and wisdom.

There are moments in history that look small from the outside, yet they quietly change the course of generations. One such moment happened in the summer of 1835, when a curious, well-travelled doctor named Johann Martin Honigberger knocked on the door of Dr. Samuel Hahnemann in Paris. That meeting, humble and warm, became a turning point—not only in Honigberger’s life, but also in the journey of homeopathy to India.