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RIP Alan Rickman



Seldom has it been that a person has had such a profound influence on the lives of not one or two but an entire generation of human beings.

"Well, it may have escaped your notice, but life isn't fair"

A cherished and profound British theatre actor, Alan redefined acting for a mysterious character, his portrayal of unconditional love searing through the strands of time and lasting for eternity is something magical. To emulate the same on film in the manner it was done is something for which I have no words.

He was a part of Harry Potter, a series that touched me and a whole generation in such a way that it is embedded forever in our hearts. And Alan played the role so well, I don't think it was possible for anyone else in this world to do it Justice the same way he did.

When I'm 80 years old and sitting in my rocking chair, I'll be reading Harry Potter. And my family will say to me, 'After all this time?' And I will say, 'Always.'

 This shall hold true for all of us.

Thank you Alan for your wonderful contribution to this world.

You shall always be there in our hearts and souls.

Rest In Peace.

From Uday and the millions of hearts where you thrive.


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