Cheesecake

One of my seniors died yesterday. I remember him. Though we didn't interact much, a few years ago, I remember fighting with him about cheesecake a few years ago, when we had common sports practice time. That's how much I know about him. That he liked cheesecake.
It saddened me to think of him dying. Reading about deaths in newspapers doesn't make you feel any different. You just say, "Oh, that's sad", and forget about it. But when it happens to someone you know, you are struck with the reality of it. I couldn't believe that something like this had actually happened. It was as it my fantasy world had clashed with the real world.And all I had to remember him by, was Cheesecake.