In the summer of 2012, my father was diagnosed with a chronic illness. From then on, I spent most of my days with 89-year-old Daddykins in India's Chennai. My book explores the challenges as our family cared for my father, who, until his last waking hour, dreamed of the village of his boyhood and adolescence, Palakkad.
During my months in Chennai, my world collided in new and unexpected ways—with that of Daddykins, his loyal chauffeur Vinayagam and my sister Urmila—teaching me unforgettable lessons on hope, love, loss, and the human spirit. On Father's Day 2014, Yama, the Hindu God of Death, whisked him off to the crematorium located in the ancient neighborhood of Mambalam in a Toyota Innova hearse.