People come to visit me and are surprised to see me laugh and talk. I understand that. But for me, Appan’s death is very personal; mine not to be shared with others. Every moment is spend thinking about him, he fills my memories but I am unable to share that with others, with people who did not know him or who knew after his businesses failed. Those who knew before know how wonderful he was, generous, patient and loving. To amma he was the greatest pillar of support, expecting nothing in return for his generosity towards her family.
I was his favorite daughter. Once he saw an accident in Ernakulam, an auto had hit a schoolgirl. She was scared but not hurt and crying. People crowded around but did not help. Then Appan saw the girl cry and her lips curled the way mine did as a baby. That prompted him into action, getting her to hospital, informing her parents. V used to say Appan would move heaven and earth to make sure I did not cry.
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