You left forever at the late night on July 28 th 2015. It was a rainy day. I got the news on 29th July early morning . It was my father's birthday that day. Strange Coincidences is it not. Most of my childhood is gone with you. And after you left, my baba also left me and I gradually became a different person, that naughty funny part of me lost for ever. I cried a lot that day. Even today, I feel bad when I think of our last meet. I last saw you just six months before you died. You could not recognize me. I was nowhere in your memory. Alzheimer is surely a cruel disease.  No one at your family runs this disease, may be that political murder attempt on your early youth caused it.  But I knew who you were and what you meant to me. That day while I was returning from meeting you I found, father had a stroke, he was in the hospital for four days.

Maybe God was giving a signal. But I thought you all would live longer and My childhood will be with me. During the last visit to my father in April 2018, I was very depressed. Tears were coming to the eyes again and again. We know everything in our hearts., is it not? May be I sensed that baba will also leave soon. 

As with many people the first day of meeting is remembered but with some people the last day of meeting is never forgotten. I was few minutes old when you took me in your hand, you might have cherished that moment for your entire life but I remembered your sad smile and blank look and your struggle to remember who you were and who I was. That pain and feeling lasted with me even now . But I believe that There is sorrow, there is separation, there is death. And these separations and deaths teach us to love our near and dear one even more. That pains gradually liberate us towards greater love and greater understanding of life 

There is sorrow, there is death, there is separation

  Still peace, still joy, still eternal wakes up.

Yet the life goes on, the sun, the moon, and the stars smile.

 Spring comes, waves merge, waves r The bud falls and the bud blooms.

No decay, no end, no wretchedness—( Rabindranath Tagore)