I am sitting with him on a cement bench on Camel's Back Road in Mussoorie, in the Himalayas where we often used to go for a walk in 1976. We frequently sat and rested on the bench on our way back on the lonely wooded forest road behind the main city of Mussoorie.
There are people who live in that area who claim that they can still see my father walking swiftly on Camel's Back Road as he used to do as far back as 1945, when he lived in a house in that area. They can feel the aura of peace as he passes by on the road.
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