This is in tribute of a person whom I did not get much to know because he left this world when I was seven years old. Three times I have met him during my vacations, at the ages of two, four and six. Rest all I know about him is from my father. He is my grandfather, the beloved father of my dad and other seven children. A grandfather of thirteen and great grandfather of eleven (out of this, he has seen only the first one). He is still admired by his children and friends as a man of great moral and modern outlook, who died five years back on this day at the age of 89.This man who has seen much more than a thousand full moons, according to my father, was a man who kept his pace with changing times, many a times ahead of it and never could be termed as orthodox in his thinking or deeds. He has defied conventions right from his youth when the society around him was of feudal and orthodox values. For my father, as he states, he was not just father but a friend, philosopher and guide. What more I can write about him?
But I realize that I too have lost someone, whose presence could have been something precious in my life.