And then there was silence!!
When the news flash appeared in my notification - Nana Patekar no more! - I closed my eyes - in reverence to the soul who, with each work of his - on the celluloid, on the stage, work done voluntarily for the people - has left behind an indelible impression. And a vaccum, that can never be filled. And all I could, in that deathly silence of the warm dawn do was - hear his voice. That voice - gravelly, angry, mischievous, sometimes almost a whisper - could make a perfectly ordinary sentence sound like ..