Dear Tushar,
You came in my life about thirty years ago as Dimple(Bharti) my wife’s closest friend Meenu(Nirmala)’s husband. I don’t know how this initial contact transformed into a close friend, much more than a relation. You were an unfailing help and support in every moment of joy and grief. I have yet to meet any one, who is more noble, soft spoken, considerate, unassuming, balanced, encouraging, pleasant, joyful with adorable life skills. Every moment spent with you, a man who did not have any knots and who always radiated positivity, will haunt my memory. Your long discussions, with patience, with growing children to appropriately guide and help them take decisions will be ever missed. You were a great capacity builder of children. Consultations and confiding with you on ticklish matters always helped me finding solution. Many people are capable of sorting problems but you were capable of solving problems.
I have countless memories of long hours of discussions with you on a wide range of matters of interests. Family trips together with you are unforgettable. Together we have enjoyed jumping into sulphur water ponds at high hills. Tracking with you, with no life support around, has been so full of fun and joy. Wherever you went, you preferred local cuisine rather than what we normally look for. I have fond memories of family gatherings with you where favourite numbers used to be played, food and drinks enjoyed. You always surprised taking out exotic ones from your jute bag. Baba (Tushar’s father) presiding over and participating in all such gatherings was great feeling but now we all will miss you. At my home, I will miss the opening of main door, upon ringing of door bell, and unexpectedly finding you at the gate wearing pleasant and infectious smile.
An avid water lover as you were, joined holy Ganges, not to come back again as Tushar, as we know you. Although I have one obvious complaint to God, but I profusely thank HIM that you came in my life.
Maneesh/Delhi