chordadu passed away today in the afternoon. just as i came back home after a little ramble, and my brother told me. my mom and dad has left for poltukakas place. maybe the cremation will take place today itself.

my memories of chordadu goes back to my childhood when i used to visit him in their nimtola residence. back then i never really liked going to anyone's house. his house was no exception. however i had to as everyone went. he lived with poltukaka and kokila pishi and chor dida. whenever we went to visit them, chordadu made it a point that we ate well. and we did. it was the best of north calcutta's delicacies. as i grew up, my visits to chordadu's house became less and less. and my little interaction with him eventually faded away. and eventually they left the nimtola residence and moved into a flat bari in dum dum side. my parents and my brother whenever they came back home after a visit to chordadu's house always told me that he asked about me. how he remembered everyone! the last time i saw chordadu was in his new flat bari. that time, i went with rahulda to visit him. chordida had passed away then. he was seated in his bed, a little frail but lively as usual. i never felt like going to their new house as well. but i did feel the need to meet him.