Today I performed the taddinam on the anniversary of my father's death. My brother sent us a few songs that were some of my father's favorites, and from movies that my father and my mom saw together. While I finished my education at IIT and left for the US, my brother was the backbone who kept the family going in the eighties. Today my memory goes back to my high school, St. Pauls. I remember my brother sitting in the front of my father's bike, and I in the back, as he took us and dropped us off at school. Sometimes, at the end of the school day, I would stop by his office and he would pour some coffee from the flask he brought from home.
I also have strong memories of my father biking all the way to his office in Malakpet- certainly more than 20 kilometres each way. It was a brutal killer- doing that distance in the scorching heat of Hyderabad. At the time I was too young to understand the toll it can take on any human being.
Today I was talking to one of my students, JB, whose parents expressed great appreciation for me when I met them some time ago. I remembered my father meeting Usha Iyer and Narasimha Reddy, who were my teachers in College. They were nice get-togethers.
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