Chuchu [1957-2022] Yes. TL;DR: An Eulogy (sort of) Let me tell you all a story about a lesser-known human: Soundararajan a.k.a Suresh a.k.a Chuchu. Chuchu was born in a middle-class brahmin family to Narayanan and Rukmini. He has a sister: Nalini. That sister's son is me. But, this isn't about me. It is about my mama: Chuchu. Up until the ripe age of 19 or so, he was very active, physically. Jumping terraces in pursuit of kites, getting off running buses, hanging behind on the ladder in a running bus. He was rowdy! Name the rowdiest thing a 60s kid would do - he had done it. He had crushes too! Around his late teens, he lost his mother to cancer. The troubles were just beginning - he started to feel weak. He felt pain. His shoulders started to droop. He was losing something: his muscles. This was not new to him, as he had seen his uncles (mother's brothers) undergo that phase, but what he couldn't understand: why so early? At that time, not
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