Thursday, March 8, 2018

Santosh on Delhi-Appacha

Santosh, March 8th, 2018

Recently a memory of Delhi-Appacha (Leela and Ammu's dad) came to me. It was of his eyes, and the mischievous twinkle they always had. The memory came to me because of a student of mine who smiled with his eyes in a most remarkable way. He died by suicide at age 18 less than a month ago. 

Anyway, Delhi-Appacha did not visit us all that often in Vellore. But when he did, he seemed to bring a fresh box of sweets with him every day. I think that was the first time I had jilebees in hot milk. On one of his visits, he went to the local sports store (Vellore could only sustain two) and bought both of us hockey sticks and taught us how to oil them with linseed oil.

We really had no hockey team to speak of in Vellore, but later, when we were in boarding school in Hyderabad, I played goalie for my school team, with a moderate degree of success. Most of the useful lessons I learned in life came from the various playing fields I haunted as a child. And I am thankful to all those in my youth who made those experiences possible.

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