Like each soul who walks the earth , even my dear Papa was unique in his own way. He was loud and ever ready to fight for what he called, his principles and what he thought was right. He almost always got carried away by his vigilantism and the desire to guide one and all to do things the right way. He had had a tough beginning in life and the struggles continued till his last breadth. Since a very early age, he started supporting his family which really did not need his support. His mother had lots of gold and controlled the purse strings in the family. So when the eldest started earning, it fell on him to extend support to the rest of the siblings and his parents. Sometimes his earnings were so meagre that after sending some share of his college scholarship home, he had little left to feed himself. I don’t think he ever brought any books. He would wait for his friends to sleep and then he would study from their books. Probably that is the reason why books were always so preci...
Each one of us is bestowed by qualities that make people remember us long after we have gone. Such is the case with my father. Through this blog, I reminisce about many stories shared by his friends, other family members, and , most importantly, memories that I hold dear in my heart.