I wish I could update something happy, but people leave happiness behind too, amidst the tears, as they leave this earth. Don't we love what they teach us and the memories like fresh paint? Rest in Peace. Achacha, I have never ever written a letter to you ever before. But now, I want to. It might be late, but I know you'll forgive me for that. I want you to know that you are always going to be there in my memories, etched for ever. You were an integral part of my childhood and life after that, as you guarded me, accompanying me to my music class and tuitions, buying me chocolates on demand, enlightening me with your experience in the boiler room of a ship and giving me a wonderful lesson on patience. You gave no one any trouble until now and I have always wondered how you managed to get the physical strength you had until the age of 93. Hard labour. Tough childhood. Strong hands. Rough seas and a Sweet tooth. Easy End. Lucky man. Although physically I will miss ...