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Guess what..Kannan was all bubbling with excitement ,his marital life took off well.On a mission from Kovai his new address, apparently a doting husband,his businees trip to Mumbai was also reason enough to catch up with old buddies.Then like all happy circumstances that engulf the newly wedded couple they were blessed with a baby.Kannan & his wife Nandhini (the N in the piece)lived happily in bliss.Then came the hand of Providence that hit Kannan hard on that ominous day when a bomb blast rocked Kovai. He lost his wife but the baby was saved by an aunt.A shattered Kannan shifted base to Trichy but his samaritan side glowed in every action .He started a home for the destitute women in Kovai.Met him a few years ago,looked content with his daughter who was named after me.Why nobody asked but he does remember to wish me on all festivals so there was a soul and there is one- soul who is still lonely but content. 

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