Meaning of these words struck me when I heard of Vasu Valliachchan (father's elder bro) being no more in this world. It took some time to really wrap my head around and figure out what happened. All memories of times spent with him flashed in mind and felt terribly at loss and lonely. Valliachchan was a sweet person, so much look alike of my father (only the mustache and the voice discerned them and as a kid I couldn't differentiate them). I wonder how my Achchan (father) could have possibly endured this news that his beloved brother and many ways his role model passed away. The "Swantham" that he used to write in inland letters sent to my Achchan meant much to me (and for him too). I guess the presence of Devadath, my nephew kid growing more and more vikruthi (beautifully mischievous) day-by-day, is keeping Achchan engaged. Guess if the innocence and spontaneity of a baby cannot make you happy, nothing in this world can.
I am just being with myself and not attending any functions for this week.
Feel incomplete not being able to do the last rites for Valliachchan.
Prostrations and Love.
OM NamahShivaya.
