Loyal in every relationship
She valued people deeply and stood by them with honesty, responsibility and affection.
Teacher. Athlete. Traveller. Friend. A fearless and generous soul who made every life she touched a little brighter.
I cannot write about her as if she belongs only to the past. She remains alive in me—in the courage she gave me, the roads she taught me to travel, and the person she helped me become.
— Trilok
Monika Rana was the purest soul I ever met. Loyal, courageous, disciplined and generous, she gave herself completely to the people she loved.
Even when she disagreed with someone, she never allowed dislike to diminish her humanity. If help was needed, she helped. If something had to be done, she did it properly. If someone she cared about was struggling, she stood beside them as if their difficulty were her own.
She had the rare ability to remain in people’s memories after even a brief meeting. Friends, students, colleagues, relatives and people encountered during journeys remembered her warmth, confidence and unmistakable presence.
She valued people deeply and stood by them with honesty, responsibility and affection.
She did not remain silent merely to keep others comfortable. Fairness mattered to her.
She did things for others with the same effort and care she would give to herself.
Travel, food, festivals, friendships and ordinary days were all reasons to celebrate.

Manu was born into a family with three elder sisters. Her father was a police officer known for his loyalty to duty. Her early childhood was spent in Nahan, where both our families were connected through the police department.
Later, her family moved to their ancestral home in Behdala, Una. Moving from a town environment into village life was not easy. The family faced hardship and an entirely different way of living. Manu worked alongside her parents and sisters and learned early that strength was not something one merely spoke about—it was something one practised.
She studied in Jawahar Navodaya Vidyalaya and distinguished herself in sport. As an athlete, she competed with such determination that students from other states recognised her name and knew that Monika Rana would be a formidable competitor.
When something felt unjust, she spoke—even when remaining silent would have been easier.
Manu began teaching in 2001 and built a career across schools, technical institutions and an international university.
The beginning of a teaching journey that would continue for nearly two decades.
Years spent teaching, guiding students and building lasting relationships.
A role that brought together classroom teaching and academic coordination.
She taught communication skills and contributed to academic records and quality-assurance work.
She taught English, coordinated academic work and served in quality assurance at the Rafha Female Campus.
Moving to the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia was another step into the unknown. Manu approached it exactly as she approached every new road: with confidence, discipline and the determination to build a life there on her own terms.
At Northern Border University, she became more than an instructor. She coordinated academic programmes, supported teachers and students, assisted with faculty selection, helped develop academic-support systems and maintained quality-assurance records.
Her students loved her. One student learned to write her teacher’s name in Hindi and placed “Monika Rana” on the white band of a handmade Indian tricolour. It was a small gift, but it revealed the affection and respect she inspired across language and culture.
Teaching language and communication skills in the Preparatory Year Programme.
Coordinating programmes, study material, faculty support and academic communication.
Maintaining academic records and supporting institutional quality processes.
Students carried her influence beyond the classroom.
Our childhoods had crossed in Nahan, but life took us along different paths. Many years later, when both of us were passing through difficult periods, we met again.
I often visited her elder sister, Babita Di, who was posted in Nahan and offered me guidance during that time. One day, while I was waiting at her home, Babita Di had to leave for urgent work. She asked Manu to serve me Aloo ka Meetha.
Manu was an excellent cook. She served it with the natural warmth with which she did everything. That ordinary moment became the quiet beginning of an extraordinary relationship.
Two police families whose paths first crossed in Nahan.
Two lives rediscovering one another during a difficult time.
Aloo ka Meetha, served with care, became part of our story.
Friendship, travel, marriage and years of discovering the world.

When we met again, I did not drive a scooter, a motorcycle or a car. We were both in our mid-thirties, and our first journeys together were made by bus.
Manu taught me to ride a two-wheeler. We bought a Honda Activa and explored the roads around Solan. Then she encouraged me to learn to drive a car. I did it because she believed I could.
After marriage, our journeys continued in Saudi Arabia and later across India. By the time I reached my mid-forties, I had driven on difficult mountain roads and challenging terrain that I would once never have imagined attempting.
She changed my relationship with fear. Every road I drive today carries something she gave me.
In February 2024, while we were in the Solan market, Manu suddenly said, “Yaar Trilok, let us go to Nexa and see the Jimny.”
She liked the old Gypsy spirit and immediately imagined what the Jimny could become for us: a vehicle for Leh, long roads and journeys across India.
We went to see it. In her characteristic way, she made the decision with enthusiasm and certainty. We bought the Jimny and named her Dolma.
It was never merely a vehicle. It represented the life she believed in—a life in which one should not postpone the road forever.
Trilok, life is in today.
— ManuShe loved roads, movement, new landscapes and the feeling of being somewhere unfamiliar.
She cooked with skill and served food as an expression of affection.
Celebrations mattered to her. She gave time, colour and care to every occasion.
She loved animals, especially dogs, and responded to them with immediate tenderness.
People who came close to her never felt that friendship was a casual thing.
Discipline, detail and sincerity were visible in everything she undertook.
Manu changed people without announcing that she was changing them.
She gave students confidence, colleagues support, friends loyalty, family her complete attention and me a life I could never have built alone.
She made me travel. She made me drive. She taught me to be less afraid. She showed me that life is not something to be permanently postponed for a safer or more convenient day.
Every person who carries forward a little of her courage, generosity, discipline or appetite for life becomes part of her continuing story.
Manu remains in every road I now have the courage to take, every journey Dolma completes, every celebration I try not to postpone, and every moment in which I remember that life is in today.