On fateless morning of 21th November I lost my Dad. He was very sick when we admitted him in a Delhi Hospital. He was immediately admitted to ICU. I was pretty confident that its a matter of days when we will go back with him. But on the fourth day, I was told that he is no more.
I was not sure what to do. My cousin brothers were with me and together we took care of all the things in Delhi and later in my native Ramnagar. Lots of relatives and friends came to pay their condolences. Most of the talks were that me and my big brother now have bigger responsibilities.
I was just looking at this like a promotion which I never wanted.
