A painful restart….

It was only you that I remembered when mortality hit me hard, once again. I could never be detached especially towards this person with whom i share so many beautiful memories. My one of the first memory would be him , so tall to lift me to touch the ceiling. A game that I parttook every time he visited home, mostly for a dinner or lunch. I also remember him making me stand on his enormous feet and holding my hands, he became a human swing to my small self. He played indian classical violin and it was fascinating to my small amateur ears. He taught me recycling by carefully opening the envelope and using the reverse side, a process iuse sometimes when in need of envelopes. He taught me the love of english and even till recently we shared lots of puns or something well said in english. I loved english because if him. my interest for anything and everything of information is because of him. A deep rooted interest developedin books because of him, lending me my first readers digest and later prompting to save my holiday money and using them for books by giving first readers digest subscription card. I loved howmuch we spoke even in later years visit became once in two years affair. A simple man with a shabnam bag, guess I developed my love for canvas totes because of him. You believed in me when no one did. your stoic silence stopped all critics short. so many things, so many memories.Not a father but more of father figure, a pal a friend with whom there was no age boundary. I will truly miss your happy birthday whatsapp message this year.The first in 10 years dear kaka.

This new year 2023

lots happened in past great gap. That was called pandemic, that was called job, that was called many other things that I am not interested in ranting about. But at the moment I am finding a lot to rant about. especially if you do jobs that give you the other side, help you to be more empathic. That is what is happening. while a lot of topics will flit in my brain, which I may or maynot write about, topics that msybe happy, rants or plain frustration which happen in plenty will find enough words to be written. Hope you last my dear old ftiend. Maybe that will save my better (?) half's ear from shrivelling and falling off. cross fingers