Baba, your sudden demise has left a void in the family, which can never be filled. No one can ever take your place in this world. No one can comfort us with the words that “it was your time”. Things now are not the same. They never will be. The world for us has turned upside down. Moments ago, we used to cherish the sense of fulfillment we had when you were here and a moment after, we suddenly feel like there is nothing.
Death is more universal than life. Everyone dies, but not everyone lives. Following this humble tradition of centuries, my grandfather left us for his heavenly abode on March 10, 2012. Since then, it has been more than a month, but the void his demise has created is as new.
Having served as a public representative at many different posts of the government, he was cremated with full state honors in a state funeral.
There were un-countable number of people who visited the last rites ceremony and a funeral pyre, so high, wasn’t witnessed by anyone in their lifetime. It is said that the higher the pyre, the more “saint” the soul was.