Destiny

It happened twice in a span of 3 - 4 months. first i lost my uncle - Kazi Kaka and then now Suhas, my cousin brother. I had talked to them both only a couple of days before their sad demise. I had planned to meet them both for different reasons though, but it could not materialize in either case.

In kaka's case, i had planned to go to Jalgaon to give him a pleasant surprise on the auspicious day of Idd, because he was bedridden for quite some time. But he breathed his last only a couple of days earlier. I was very sad then.

Suhas spoke to me only last week and told me that he remembered me because he had listened to a song, a ghazal to be very precise - " Dard Se Mera Daman Bhar De Ya Allah " sung by a young Pakistani Singer - Sara Raja Khan. He wanted me to listen that and tell him what I felt. I heard that song. It is a lovely rendition. However, I did not call back. I thought I would meet him him and then discuss with him about it. And very sadly I came to know that Suhas was no more amongst us.

 It was all very sudden and shocking. I am at a loss to understand why so lovely persons leave us suddenly. Both had been very close to me right from my childhood.

Kaka and his family stayed in Pilani next to our old house in NCC Colony. Later when both families shifted to new houses near Shiv Ganga, we were still only a few houses away. I used to be a regular whenever kakau prepared Non Veg or Tur Daal Khichadi and Mungafali Chatni with lahsun ( Peanuts - Garlic ). When Kaka shifted to Delhi, we all children used to be frequent visitors to their house. Kaka used to stay with my sister whenever he visited Pilani for work. Similarly he stayed for almost 6 to 8 months whenever he came to our house iun Hyderabad for work.

He had then made portraits of my father and mother and had also made a landscape. All these are treasures of my house even today.

What can I say about Suhas. We were almost same age. He had also been very close to our family. Last year sometime when he visited my house with sunanda's daughter, we had lunch together. I remembered about his portrait painting drawn by Dada ( my father ). I went to our store and took it out and gave it to him, and told him - It really belonged to him, and so it deservedly should be in house. 

I could see the emotions in his wet eyes, and face. 

I have many fond memories of them both, but i am choked  for words to express, so i close it here by wishing them eternal peace for their souls and pray to the god to give their family members strength and courage to face reality.

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