Cheeku,
“The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ,
Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit
Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,
Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.”
― Omar Khayyám
Eleven years and you continue to travel…like Khayyam’s Moving Finger, nothing gets cancelled, all lines remain unchanged. The longing and the vacantness too. Nothing changes.
But one thing has changed Cheeku. After a long long wait your younger brother has found a bride. She is full of laughter and sensitive, she is loving and giving…you would see so much of your reflection in her, she is so much like you…as if you had decided to send us your proxy…someone who would carry forward your tradition of loving and laughing, of bringing people together and binding them together, who would take on the burden of giving that extra just so that all those who matter would be happy…isn’t it uncannily like you?
You are so much here, so much more here, these days. As celebrations pick up your laughter and your lust for life is filling up all spaces…in every song and in every dance, I see your reflection…
Be. Always be…for there can never be a today or a tomorrow as there has never been a yesterday without you…
Love
Dad