I'm here because I lost my Naanu, 18 years ago. What I miss the most is, He used to bring us breakfast every Sunday.

He also got me these sweet and sour candies called Chatar Matar. My father never liked that I ate those because I was only 6 years old, and was not encouraged to eat junk food. But Chatar Matar was too good to say no to!

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