Donald Da's dad - my jethu passed away, well actually withered away.Last stage of cancer when diagnosed. But by some twisted fate he was convinced the growth is benign even when the doctors read out the reports infront of him.
Those few days were an emotional turmoil for more reason than one.And I've no words to describe. So lets leave it there.
But I still remember one incident that I want to write about. It never ocurred to me why the tomb next to Jethu's was half the size of any surrounding tombs.It would have not occured to me if that little girl who was standing next to me didn't point it out to me during the burial ceremony."Read what's written on the tombstone", she told me."Dec 2004 - June 2006". That explains the size ofcourse.Suddenly - I felt lucky.Touchwood! Life! And I still complain so much. As a Bengali poet once said," pran ache, pran ache - pran thakle maan ache". Pran ache - I've life, and I've everything.I've life to germinate a thousand thoughts, and who knows when the time is right - I've a life and the wonderful potential of creating life.
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I am so sorry. Please convey my heartfelt condolences to your Donald Da's family, although belated, although they don't know me.
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