In Vaishnav college where I did my PUC (1970-71) I had a friend called Sekar. His father was a conductor. His mother is such a loving personality. Many a days Sekar will not bring lunch. Some times I will share my food or eat together in the canteen. One day he asked me a few rupees to take food. I had the money - may be I kept it for something else. I did not give him. A few days later news came in the morning hat he died in an accident as he was cycling towards college.

When I write this now 44 years later for my website - I cry without control. God pardon me please.