Dear Z,
We played carrom
board, watched Film Fare awards and you also introduced me to English pop
music. I remember you taped several songs/genres for me, effortlessly several
afternoons. Neither of us had a tape recorder but managed to use one from one
of our neighbours.
You were a son to me and an older brother to Rohit-took him for his haircut on several occasions, baby sat him often. In fact you were like an older brother to several of the children I knew and used to come to my home.
I could not
have done the workshops at Bal Bhavan without your support and patience. All
the kids used to love you and look forward to spending time with you. I believe
your tutoring in badminton led some of the kids to win prizes in tournaments.
You have
interacted with my mother-in-law, played carom with her, interacted with my
parents too. I remember my mom used to call you Xerox and Faiaaz as Fax,
since she could not pronounce both your names.
You have gone too soon my friend, we may have not interacted a lot in the last few years. But whenever we spoke it was fun, laughter and happy times.
I will miss
you and was hoping to meet you in Vadodara next month to eat the yummy akuri (I
still can’t make it as well as you despite your training) and of course dhansak
(which I refused to learn since I wanted to only eat what you made).
I am sure
you will always hover around Dee and Zahan and Murphy-3 lovely people who had
you in their life.
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