In honour of a great guy


My uncle passed away in Mumbai this morning. He and I didn’t speak much, because of our total language barrier – but my favourite memory of him is this: Whenever he left his home to walk to work there was a troop of stray dogs that followed him everywhere. They followed him because they knew that he always had some food and (perhaps more importantly) some affection to give to them. He was a kind and thoughtful man.
Rest in Peace Uncle.