I’m ok

There’s strumming in the distance.
The jazz, the rock, the band.
His guitar’s now up on its feet.
Come fast, hold my hand.

Three years of the illness.
The will to fight has gone.
Please look after yourself.
I don’t think I can hold on.

The last month was a struggle.
Good days here and there.
The coughs, the gasps, pain deep inside.
I’m ok, a smile, take care.

How are you Bala Uncle?
I’m ok. Take care.

Memories. Random memories.

Bachelor Boy visits, 1970s

From mom’s album, Bala in dark shorts, 1950s

Giving me away, May 1996

The Nair siblings, Bangalore, Jan 2020

Kanheri Caves, Mumbai, Jan 2014

Pune Zoo, Jan 2005

We four, 1991

Domlur, Bangalore, Dec 1994

Weary travellers at Kalanagar house, Mumbai, Apr 2010

17/07/1950 – 04/05/2020

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