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      <title>dada tata</title>
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      <description>I don’t have a lot of memories of dada-tata(dada-tata literally means brother-grandfather). dada-tata was my paternal grandfather&amp;rsquo;s brother. The earliest memory that I have of him is when he was old but still very fit. He was thin and tall and bearded and fair. The post is not about any of that. The post is about a small act that immortalized him in my memories.
As kids, my brother and I were very curious about him and his things - something was different about him from the rest of the adults that we knew at that age.</description>
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