Life has a strange way of putting things in perspective. Kunal passed away.He was young, late 20s, a happy, fun guy.
He was there for my wedding, came all the way to from Bangalore, He was myt's neighbour , they lived with with their respective room mates in neighboring buildings.They went on trips & partied together, took salsa classes, looked for business opportunities.He was a cheerful guy,with an endless enthusiasm for all things new.
We got married & myt moved to Mumbai so we could be together. I did not meet Kunal again, Heard he was near Mumbai, he had comeback home to his parents. But by the time we had moved to Delhi, am not sure if myt met him again, I dont think so.
He was an only child, his father ran a manufacturing establishment in Mumbai. Back in Mumbai I believe he met his wife, while teaching salsa to his neighbourhood enthusiasts, she was probably one of them.He got married & left for Europe to study further.
We missed the wedding,but was glad he made it, married the girl he loved.We thought he was lucky,Not everybody could really get married to the girl of their dreams & go to school in europe, Most could not even if they were unmarried & had not the financial liabilities that came with it.Lucky guy....we said!
I cannot believe he is no more.........its one of those things that come out of the blue.One of those things that make you realise how fragile life is.That every single one of us right here with our families are exceptionally lucky to have our time.To be able to have a child, to hope to see it grow, to be able hug & see the smiles on loved ones faces.....To be there every second of our tiny lives
