India, Sept. 5 -- By Suvir Saran

New Delhi [India], September 5 (ANI): Come in. Before I tell you about Om Phuphaji, I want you to think about someone in your own family.

An uncle, perhaps. A brother. A nephew. A brother-in-law. Someone who could walk into a room and, without ever announcing his arrival, somehow change the temperature of it.

The handsome one. The charming one. The one who always had a particular way of smiling. The one whose clothes you remember.

The one whose voice, laughter, teasing, habits and stories have become so familiar that you have never imagined a world in which they would not exist.

Perhaps you have already lost him. Perhaps you have not. But if you have, then you will understand why I am writing this.

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