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Astrologer……well-wisher

 My father was a client of one of the astrologers in our hometown. His name is VGR and he was an astrologer by profession but as far as I know him, he loves psychology and if I am wrong, he was pursuing a degree in psychology and philosophy.

As days passed by, my father used to frequently visit his house to spend time with him and discuss. When the father was diagnosed with a tumour, he also spoke to VGR sir, not to know about astrological prediction about it. VGR sir also counselled him during the first surgery and gave a confidence boost to him. I still remember, my father speaking to him, the night before 1st surgery and during the surgery, VGR sir continuously pinged me for updates. This speaks of their bonding.

Unfortunately, VGR sir was not feeling well when the 2nd surgery was about to happen and for a few months then. So, he couldn’t be in regular touch but VGR sir found some time, whenever he could to speak to my father.

I called VGR sir a few minutes after my father’s demise to convey to him the news, and he said — ‘ I can feel your pain’ (he consoled me for some time and said) ‘You have seen his suffering all these days, you can’t see him suffer more and, he doesn’t deserve such horrible suffering’.

He called me back again a day later and tried to calm me down. I went to his place 2 weeks later and I couldn’t control my emotions. I started crying, he consoled me first and then said — ‘Death is inevitable in life and that happens to everyone but now dealing with it, shows your character’. He also said that slowly take your time and calm down and then figure out a way to not get so much affected by it.

I started speaking to him more often from then. Whenever we speak, it would only be on psychology or research or general topics or his learnings and experiences (we wouldn’t speak on astrology, as I am not aware of that subject). It eased me and I also learned and understood a few known things from him from a different perspective. He motivated me and supported me with his words in my low times.

I feel grateful to you sir and Thank you.

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