Advaya Anant

While on my way back home, after walking Percy, I remembered it was Aryaa's birthday. I looked up and saw my dad blessing her and then a short film ran through. Dad has suffered a massive heart attack and was on his death bed. It was like he was counting days, I could see his end coming near and was preparing myself for the worse. Though, I wished he recovered and come back with the same zest for life, wishful thinking does not work, at times. My younger brother Paresh was too hopeful and I think he could not see or did not wish to see beyond, I am not sure. His girls, Aryaa and Sara longed to speak to their grandpa, but he would avoid saying let him get better, then they can speak. This was because dad was in Sion Hospital in Mumbai and we siblings had flown down to take care of him, Paresh's daughters and my son was in Bangalore, where as Abolee was in Kochi. My elder brothers daughter was in Nagpur and his son was living with dad in Mira Road. This is another scheme of