in relating to them around me.
A month or so ago, I missed the call when it came. Coming from a distant suburb, he wanted to know if I was home and he could drop in. ‘Never mind, I’ll make it next time I’m in those parts,’ he promised.
Well,,,it didn’t happen. A week back he suddenly passed away.
J was in my school, in my class and a bench-mate for years. Once out of school, we were in touch off and on. Never really got to spend time together. He was busy climbing the corporate ladder eventually scaling one peak after another while I was going gray in my grind. But when we met, we always picked up the threads like it was yesterday.
It was a few years ago when J came down to my place last. And spent time engaging my mother, an old lady not in…
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