“In battle, in the forest, at the precipice in the mountains,

On the dark great sea, in the midst of javelins and arrows, In sleep, in confusion, in the depths of shame - The good

deeds a man has done before, defend him”

HAPPY BIRTHDAY

PRAMOD

Is not to die.

To live in hearts

That we leave behind,

For You have just gone to a city where the

rosesnever fade.

It was not your flesh and blood, but your heart which made you a Son and then a

Father. 

Dearest Prem,

What was silent in the Father, speaks in the son; and often in the son lies the unveiled secret of the Father.

Mothers hold their children's hands for a short while, but

their hearts forever.  

From being a good Son,

You took the next step…

And

Became a good Husband

In your love was seen the Beauty of

your Soul.

You were and are the God

and the weight of Pallavi’s world.

Walk beside me and be my Friend…

Your role in society, or any artist's or poet's role, was to try

and express what we all feel. Not to tell people how to feel. Not as a preacher, not as a leader, but

as a reflection of us all. 

"All the days ordained for me

were written in Your book 

before one of them came to be."

(Psalm 139:16b, NIV)

Your last journey home….

God saw they were their happiest and someone would not let that be. So He put his arms around them and whispered "Come with Me".

With tear filled eyes we watched them, suffer and fade away. Although we loved them deeply, We could not make them stay.

A golden heart stopped beating,hard working hands put to rest.God broke our hearts to prove to us, “He only takes the best”