Arti Deo

  Time flies, and how! It seems just like yesterday that Ajinkya called me and said, “Arti, it looks like we have lost him.” It still seems unreal. He always seemed invincible, almost immortal. There were so many occasions when he had a close brush with death, but he would always bounce back. This time too, we thought, would be no different. A few bottles of saline and he would be home again. But it was not destined to be. In the last year, he had become very frail, but still, he was a source of strength and having him around, made it seem as if nothing could go wrong. I remember last year, just about a week before he passed away, one morning as I was about to leave for work, Arya, my son, came and told me that Aaba is asking for a wheelchair as he is finding it difficult to walk. So, I went and checked on him, he was sitting at the dining table to have his morning tea. I told him to wait till evening and then we would decide. As soon as I got back from work, I went to see him but he w