Wednesday, December 3, 2008

If tears could build a stairway and memories a lane, i'd no doubt walk up to heaven and bring you home again

He'd always sit there on the sofa.. Always in that corner.. Either a cigarette or the newspaper in hand.. Grey shirt, black shorts..His presence almost unnoticed and unknown to those who walked in and out of the door.. His leg moving up and down as if in rhythm with one of the magical tunes he'd helped create...

A quiet person, whose smile of acknowledgement was enough to make any one's day..
The wisdom in his eyes spoke of  his experiences over the years. The warmth in his voice would put anyone at ease.
An inspiration for millions, a mentor to thousands,a friend to several.... and to us, a father figure...
Uncle, you shall live on in our hearts. Your memories shall keep you alive forever..

So here's to the great man-H Sridhar

We love you, and will miss you..