On the night of that day, he breathed his last, leaving all of us in a state of shock. I was there with him just about 40 days before and seen him in his elements.
He had sent me an email chronicling the happenings of the day (20 August 2005) at 10.30 pm on that day. And had completed it with the words that "God will take care of everything". Was he aware of what was coming to him?
Not everyone is blessed to leave this world with least pains. Our dear dad got it. He was alive and active at 10.30 pm and became history by 10.50 pm.
But he remains alive in our thoughts just like the smell of soap that stays in your hand even after the soap had fallen into the sea and washed away.
Our father didn't tell us how to live; he lived, and let us watch him do it.
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