The oldest surviving Gharpure of our family died today afternoon. He was eighty-seven. This marks the end of an era. Well, just about. My aaji, at seventy-nine, is now the only one who represents the glorious past and remembers the family lores which colour, humble and hearten many a happy evenings...
Balmama, who died today of old age complications, was the eldest of three brothers. The second brother was my grandfather- Bhau.
Balmama has donated his entire body for medical research.
