Vatsal has always been in my thoughts and there was not even a single day that I would have not thought of or missed him since his departure. I have a small picture of him in my cube and I don’t know how many times I look at that picture and curse the heavens above for letting such dreadful event happen. As it is told by our ancestors, good people leave this mortal world sooner and Vatsal proved it one more time. For me Vatsal is immortal as he now lives in my memories that will remain with me till I breath my last. That pure smile, as beautiful and warm as his heart was, comforts me, when remembered, as if he is around watching me. I have not enough words to describe my love and affection for him and how deeply I miss him. I am sure wherever he is, his mother is with him and they both are happily looking upon us.