Growing up, I was surrounded by giants. My mother, Sudha, was a force of nature, a woman who looked at a small village in Gujarat and saw a community waiting to be united. When she started a cooperative milk dairy, she didn't have much—just a vision and an unshakeable belief. She collected a thousand liters a week, a seemingly impossible feat that became her first act of defiance against the ordinary. She went on to become the first lady director of Vasudhara Dairy, a title that felt like a quiet echo of the nectar she’d drawn from the land. I remember Dr. Kurian, the father of the cooperative dairy movement, speaking of her with a respect that was both deep and genuine. He saw in her the spirit that built Amul, the spirit of a pioneer.