Not just a wonderful father, a more wonderful grandfather.Įverything was going great. He was well-educated and had travelled across the globe, courtesy he being into an export business.
A tad short-tempered, an extremely amiable soul, he had many friends, always eager to sort out problems of others, he lived life to the fullest. Even at 68, he was in the pink of health, did everything by the clock and didn’t like to change his routine for anything or anyone. An absolute teetotaller, he had his breakfast at 8, lunch at 1, black/green tea at 4 and dinner at 8 pm again. I even teased him, “Papa ko hi le aate apne saath holiday par.” Had I only known, this had something to do with the never-talked about father-son connect.Ī little introduction of my father-in-law an early riser, always on-the-nose, super-active, followed a strict health regime. He kept telling me they both went to Juhu beach, had kala-khatta and how much fun the trip was.
He kept reminiscing about a trip wherein he had gone to Bombay with his father all alone. We had no inkling about any such phone call or things getting that worse, perchance since morning that day my husband had been talking about his dad. Never does anyone talk about the bond of boys with their dads. We’ve always heard everyone say that girls are very close to their fathers. Here, I’ll take a moment to narrate one instance. “Surgery, what for? What happened” We both sat aghast wondering at what we just heard. After an enjoyable day at the Sentosa Island, the moment we came back to our hotel, my husband got a call from India that his father isn’t well and he needs to undergo a surgery. I was holidaying in Singapore with my husband and kids. OctoThis date is deeply etched on my mind.
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