This post is for one of my Grandfather's friend. I felt like writing about him, his personality.
His name is Deshpande Baba. White Kurta, White Dhoti and a big smile, that's how I remember him. He had such a charming personality. He always spoke with such enthusiasm and freshness, that it made you feel connected to him. At the age of 80+, he never took a stick to help him walk. From what I got to hear, he went walking every morning as his exercise routine. He spoke about the lemon trees at his house. Always met and spoke to all of us in the family and knew each one of us, where we live, what we do.
My Grandfather and he met everyday. They were such good buddies. It was good to see that my Grandfather had a company everyday. Kids grow old and don't spend enough time with older ones as much, not because they don't want to, but because there are a lot of other things happening in their life which they need to take care of. Friendships like Deshpande Baba and my Grandfather is such a blessing at that age. Well, they are a blessing at any age.
Anyways, I got to know that he passed away last week. I felt sorry for my Grandfather and was so much thinking what he might be feeling.
