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Papa is not just a word. It has my past 27 years attached. This one word makes my eyes moist. Anywhere, anytime! It’s been 4 months since I lost him, but even today, I cannot embrace the fact that he isn’t with me. People say it takes time, but with time, I feel memories deepen. His face, his voice, his talks, his smell- everything flashes back again with just ‘Papa’. From the day he left us, all his belongings are as they are; just to feel his presence around. I desire to hear the sound of the television. In the evenings, Papa could be found on the sofa in front of the television, watching the news at the highest volume available. He was one learned man. Flipping the channels for hours, he was a man who could talk on anything and everything. The only regret I have is that when I realized his worth, I couldn’t spend time with him. Just a day before he passed away, he expounded to me on the political behaviors of certain nations around the globe. His predictions on the future of p...