Thursday, January 21, 2010


When he arrived, he was lifeless. An immensely loved and respected person, he was suddenly referred to as a body.

Cruel death - just a body he became. I touched his arm, fearing if it was intact. I felt him – his arms, his hands – even as he lay dead, his hands were so comforting. I could have lived by him like that forever, drawing strength and inspiration from his lifeless body. But he had to go.

They took him away and lit his pyre, burning all the happiness that we deserved. His last rites saw hundreds – friends, relatives, doctors, and many unknown sobbing people – people he hadn’t met for long but impacted in some way or the other. I always knew it, but everyone who came, reiterated that he was a great man. Indeed he was.

Will miss you papa.

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