Oh dear.........

That row of houses is special to me-
My golden oldies got together there- morning and evening, for years.
And they talked to me of Kamayani, and piles, and Ghalib, revealed unmentionable stuff about each other- and laughed- because there really is no point in doing anything else.

Well Chauhan Uncle was the only one of the gang, who could emote with tears too. Surprising, because he was not like the Bollywood Thakurs at all.

Oh I will miss him- definitely.

And if there is a life after the physical one- which I personally like to believe, maybe he is actually laughing at this post- because he is now rid of all his physical ailments, and has a better veranda than the one he had in Bhopal. And perhaps the noise of the traffic there is not as irritating. He does not have to deal with leaking roofs, and the rickety chairs which looked like they could be repaired, but were really through and done.

I shall still send the same forwards to Papa, and maybe Chauhan Uncle will be able to read them and laugh- without the printouts. Perhaps his hearing is better too.

I shall go down to Bhopal when I do- for the present I shall get on with doing what I have to do, in the here and now.

This is recession time, and I should be grateful that I have work.

Oh dear........I am not a very grateful person. That is how I feel right now.