OBITUARY

Very few people know that the much-eulogised greenery and ambient temperatures of this small town are a gift from my father.

I take pride in being born to this humble auto-rickshaw driver who carried seeds with him, and planted some on the roadside, whenever he did not have a passenger to ferry.

When I lost my job, he said the house and a retirement fund heโ€™d built over the years was all mine. Iโ€™d a decent fund of my own, but we stayed together after that.

I know his soul will always be there, caring for me.


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