Dadu, Grandfather
:-):-):-):-):-):-):-):-)v:-):-):-)v:-)v:-):-)v:-):-):-):-):-):-):-):-):-) The one who lives on… In the memory of a soul who may not be famous yet eminent enough to be remembered in our hearts even almost a year later. He, Rama Prasad Saraswati is here present not just as a candle’s flame but as a bonfire in our hearts which will never turn dim or ever even die out. I remember all those times when we used to sit together and enjoy… It was a sacred bond that we shared. Isn’t it strange that we don’t realize what we have when we don’t have it anymore? I remember all those times when I was younger and soi was he that is as young a retire old man can be. He used to take hold of our hands- my sister’s and mine in each of his… and take us out every single time we ended up in the city. He used to ask as what we wanted and get us treats of our own choices …no matter what they were but then my sister and were also decent humans and never asked for more than our share. I remember...