How I learned shaving myself without dad's helpIt was tough at first,I didn't know how to use a blade,Although I was aware of the lather that the gel would produce,I used to watch my brother shave,I was never good at it, Never tried it either,How does a blade feel on your face?On your throat?While I... Continue Reading →
It wasn't some flashy jewellery, It wasn't some cool car, Things we do, They were simple, A walk alongside a park, A treat near a local store, Two rounds around the huge green boundary walls, On my little cycle, I would sway past him like a pro-racer each time when I would come across him... Continue Reading →
"The affected area has been cut out of the organ, we can expect an elongated lifetime than proposed earlier" Stated the surgeon. . . "Dad why's the medicine bottle not over yet" Asked the son "Well, times up I guess" His Dad responded to his son's remark with a smile. "Dad, you would have sucked... Continue Reading →
Writing my own story, I did pause for a while, Gave rest to these hands of mine which experienced situations that no one else would wish to, Experienced the touch of cheeks and the ashes too! And here they are, Tired and numb to feelings, Could no more sense the touch, The touch of love,... Continue Reading →
Dear Dad, I know you would be reading this, I know that I have changed a lot, from a boy who didn't know what responsibilities are to a person who now takes care of the family. I know that I can't match your level of precision in taking care of the family. But somewhere you... Continue Reading →
A heartfelt letter, Relations are always special, and when its a father-son duo, there are not only memories but experiences.
There's not only seriousness but laughter and happiness.
Let's rejoice this relationship.
I called him this afternoon, A very familiar number, A number which lies on the tip of my tongue, Dialing it did I never felt scared like others do, Except for that one day, I heard "The number you are calling is busy, please call again later" Introspecting the situation, Why was HE busy to lift... Continue Reading →
I am sorry for the times, I had to hold your hand, But I left you with a pair of two other hands. I am sorry for the times, When I had to attend parent-teacher meeting, But I just remember, The excitement I saw on the face of my son. I am sorry, that I... Continue Reading →
"Hold my waist!!" is what he spoke during the whole bike ride *Grabbing his waist tightly* *Acting like I was eating air and trying to overcome the oncoming wind IÂ found that he spoke few words which were being absorbed by the helmet he wore* "What are you saying, daddy?"- I used to say with utmost... Continue Reading →
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