Rest In Peace, Dearest Gentle Friend

Though I am not new to receiving news of dearly departed, though I have lost grandparents from both sides with whom I made fond memories, nothing felt more like a rip in my heart than the news I received this morning.

A friend, a gentlest soul, who evokes memory of  manly-mirthful giggles, beautiful smile that comes from his eyes- even when in deep physical pain.

A man who most of the time talkes with the cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth, talking to everyone fondly, disciplining with a smile, addressing even the office peons with fondness, addiction to coffee- not all kinds only the filter-decoction variety.

A man who would drive a pregnant friend all across the east corner of the city before driving himself to the west corner to his home even amidst excruciating pain of his own.

A man whose home was always open to all, whose wife always served food for all, whose heart always accepted all and whose first response to friend’s phone calls was always an ever ready, endearing and inviting ‘Sollunga’, meaning ‘yeah, tell me’- Made me feel like he was there for me every time and anytime I called him.

With a heavy heart, I am going to call his personal mobile one more time on Sunday (after giving his grieving family a day or two of privacy). I know someone will answer it for sure, but it will not be the ‘Sollunga’-  NEVER EVER!

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