I used to frequently visit an old age home (manage) by the little sisters of the poor in our city Hyderabad. A. P. , India. There I met a gentleman by the name of Kurien in his late (eighty). He served the Indian army and retired. He has one son who is well educated and also married.
Mr. Kurien felt down with the life in his house decided to move into this old age home here in Hyderabad. We both began to share a lot of thoughts whenever we met and slowly it was a (day) affair that I used to spend some time with him discussing what he was doing in the army, camp fun etc. , he used to share with lots of joy.
I used to carry with me some snacks which we both used to sit under a tree and eat. I saw him really very happy in my (present). One day he told me with tears in his eyes " I really found a very good friend in you. I feel like (live) some more years to spend happy time with you.
As we departed, I told him, " Do not worry. We will have enough time together in the future. " I had an official meeting and could not go to the old age home the next day. The day after when I reached the home, his room (lock). I enquired and found that he was no more. He died very night we both met last.
I really miss him. I have not given him anything worthwhile except I used to listen to his words and share his thoughts.