It was beyond dusk that I got the call.
It was just last week that you were on my mind.
90 and you had to go of something.
To leave a grieving clan behind.
Generations of children, grandchildren and great grandchildren.
A good man who came with nothing, yet gave so much, and to so many.
A beautiful man, who did it the right way.
Not a blemish to his name.
A Kashmiri Pandit, cultured, quiet and educated.
Gentle but firm.
Our entire horizon as children.
Our hero and our patriarch.
They will give you to the flames today, Vidhi Ka Vidhan.
But in our memories you will stay.
As the man who gave everyone hope, order and taught us civility.
The conscience of a generation.
The immigrant who rebuild a world from scratch.
In the twilight your memory will remain a blessing!
As you become legend.
A tale for the future.
Essential lore for those to come.
My hands stay together and head bowed in silent gratitude.
Goodbye Papaji, we will miss you!