Remembering BKC

There comes a point in life when you miss your friends more than ever. Not because you have been torn apart through work and family, but because you have been torn apart in life, and beyond. There comes a time when you start losing your friends, and death becomes another acquaintance to share your thoughts with.

It isn’t a very positive feeling, maybe, but a feeling that you have to come to terms with sooner or later. In the last few years I have lost a few friends and acquaintances, and each incident made me think beyond normal living details.

Then, as time sandpapers the emotions to smoothness, the details wear off, leaving a fine feeling of quiet.

BKC is dead, I heard just a few minutes back. I am not sure yet how, but possibly another major heart attack. He almost died a few years back when his heart failed, but office colleague being around he was quickly taken to ICCU. He recovered.

Then he retired. And he was alone. His children are not in this country, I believe. They would have heard by now. Just as I did.

The last exchange I had with him were text messages many months back, where he said he was not okay. So I told him all will be ok, just chin up. He did not answer to that. Maybe I could have texted a little more.

Isn’t that the feeling, always?

May his soul rest in peace.

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