In a realm of dreams, where memories reside,
I paint a picture of my uncle's vibrant stride.
He lived a king-size life, with a heart so wide,
Traversing lands afar, his spirit couldn't hide.
From distant shores to scenic abodes,
He wandered, exploring countless roads.
A lover of fine dining, yet simple pleasures too,
Each meal savored with utmost satisfaction, true.
At dawn's embrace, he'd brew a cup of tea,
Immersed in pages, a world he'd see.
Newspapers and novels, his trusted guides,
Enlightening his soul, where knowledge abides.
An avid listener of the airwaves, he'd seek,
AM bands echoing with DX stations unique.
Over the phone, I'd inquire with anticipation,
Seeking tales of propagation, a radio connection.
In winters, we strolled on paths untamed,
Long walks etched in memories, untamed.
You scolded me, with a mischievous smile,
Buying tobacco secretly, chocolate in your guile.
Bollywood melodies, a shared refrain,
Sung together, as radio's voice would sustain.
But when I saw you in the ICCU's veil,
Silent tears cascaded, my spirit frail.
You yearned for my visit, a day we'd share,
Ham Radio creations, a bond we'd declare.
Yet the pandemic intervened, a cruel snare,
Spoiling plans, leaving us in despair.
In my darkest moments, you were my light,
A pillar of strength, shining ever so bright.
Your memory forever etched, my guiding star,
Mamu, your baritone voice echoes from afar.
May you find eternal peace in realms above,
And in the next world, reunited, we shall love.
Until that day arrives, I'll cherish your embrace,
And hold you close within my heart's sacred space.
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