Its not a good week . Last sunday Morning I got a call from Jitu at 9am telling me that his father is no more. Its too bad to realise and too hard to know its true... Jitu reach mumbai at 12 in night. On monday morning all the last rituals done.This is the first time I saw him crying like a small child.Writing anything more on the situation is out of any words. May Uncle's Soul Rest in peace.