Touching lives

Somewhere I read about a man's death.
Seemingly insignificant was his life as one looked.
But hundreds mourned his death,
he had touched a cord somewhere with them.
He made their student hostel life a little more jolly and colourful.
Milon da was no more.
I did not know him.
Apparently, cancer took him away.
Students from Jadhavpur University were sad today.
They missed their Milon da.
They missed his food, his stories, his smiling face.
He touched their lives.
Millions of people touch our lives.
We humans make memories.
And in the end that's what we remain.
Dust and memories.
Remember the Milon da of your life,
before death takes them away.