My Family-1 'Early start to a Tragic End'

This is about my parents. 

My mom came from a nucleus family, my grand pa has 3 brothers and all 4 families living together.  Being the youngest baby girl she was loved by all her 8 brothers. 

So, Its seems like she had a wonderful and memorable childhood.

My Papa, A very ambitions, responsible and competent person according to his 4 elder sisters and 2 elder brothers. This family was spread out across Andhra. His childhood was pretty hard, financial sickness, very little guidance etc. But, Nothing let him down, Working hard he did his graduation.

She was married to Prakash(My papa) at an age of 15, Its too early.

After marriage, he brought her to Hyderabad, the capital city of Andhra. They love each other very much, they were understanding and humble.  I'm the First son followed by a brother. My mom liked to be independent and he appreciated it.

My mom was a house wife and Papa was a freelance artist. I seem to have inherited some of his artistic skill. You are soon gonna see it in action.

He is into many things, looking for his own start up. He has clear understanding on what his family has to be and used to thrive hard to cop up.

He is a best father too, never was harsh on us.  I know a very little of his habits, ideologies, etc. I can barely remember a few. 

Waking up early making ample time for work and give the best to the family, used to wear dignified dressing, never rush towards things, Always composed and likes to celebrate, very futuristic, Invested on some places in the city which now turns to be the IT Hubs.

I remember him using the computer based image manipulation tools way back in 1990s. 

Its like i was enjoying my childhood, very happy family. My papa used to keep relations intact and bring every one closer. Very energetic, dynamic personality. Who would create a memorable impression even to his worst stranger. 

I must say "My PAPA is My HERO"

Establishing himself with his own talent. He was expecting few smooth and pretty interesting turn a head.

It was when i'm 8 and my bros 6. A tragic night of swirling winds in the city bringing down the power lines on to our TV receiver and unfortunate my papa trying to adjust the cable. 

A high voltage shock that took us into the darkness.

... It was too short for me to learn anything from him.