Papa's school friend was laid to rest today. After spending quite some time in the hospital fighting varied illnesses, he breathed his last. Peacefully, I hope. Because I remember him saying around this time last year that he was fed up of medicines and treatment and would rather prefer to leave. While the world mourns someone's passing almost every day, it's when people whom we have known (however small a period) leave, that it usually hits or nudges some corner of our heart to reminisce. Surendran uncle Surendran, or 'Papa's classmate' as I fondly called him, and papa reconnected last year. Papa used to tell us how uncle's mother used to tell him that while it was my grandmother who gave birth to him, it was she who took care of him. She loved him like her own son. While we counted days post the lockdown, here was a friendship that rekindled over chats while watching the sunset, sitting on an almost collapsing bridge (it's been like tha...
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