U-Turn

It's funny how life changes and takes its U-turns without a second's warning. Only, this time, it wasn't fun.
My Choto-kaka passed away this Sunday morning. He was the youngest of siblings (my father being the eldest), and was only 45. He has a son who's 10, and is autistic: he can't speak or hear anything, nor comprehend his father's death.
Choto-kaka never had a medical history of heart disease. The attack took him away in seven minutes flat. He was only absent from office for the last two days because he had a mild viral fever. I spoke to him the day before, and wanted to ask him to come with me to play TT at Princeton, where they have Stiga boards. I never can now. He was ranked 2 in the state back in his college days. He taught me how to play TT, and was instrumental in getting me familiarised around the Maidan and the YMCA.
Being the eldest nephew, I had to carry out his funeral rites — anoint him with ghee, do the puja, and then, the mukhagni. It felt like shit.
My Choto-kaka was one of the most tolerant, loving, honest, genuine human beings that I have ever come across in my life. Looking at his room now, I just have one question: why HIM?