With his birthday coming nearer I am becoming more and more restless as I am always happy on his birthday too but fearing of the fact that I can’t wish him.
He is not among us. And will be living in some other form of life at some other place, may be between us but we don’t know.
He was a man whom I loved more than I gave respect to him. And I gave him respect more than I loved him. He was like a father to me.
He was a man of honour and principles. He struggled through life. He saw bad times and worse and even worst times in his life but he kept going on. He was a ‘Lion Heart’.
Overcoming all the odds in his life he made a status of himself, folk of people knew him and everyone who knew him, loved him. He was always there with a shining smile entering some hall or event and everyone would turn to him shaking hands with him asking his wellness and paying respect to him.
His day would start with a smile and a strict voice calling his children to wake up and come out of their rooms.
He was good to his son but he was best to his daughter. He was her best friend and first love like every father would be for his daughter. He was his daughter’s King and his daughter was his sweet princess. Sometimes both of them would shout on her brother on some mistake of him and later laughing together –the father and the daughter.
Even her smile resembled him.
He was very cautious not to leave his children alone for long. He was both a mother and a father to the children as their mother also passed away due to some illness few years ago.
The house always seemed empty without her but he always filled that emptiness with his smile. He was quite a fun loving man.
Sometimes he would listen to old songs of regional language in his room without letting anyone know that, as he had to make the image of a tough man in the family too. Hee hee.
He did not forget to watch the TV serial on the legend MAHARANA PRATAP SINGH.
On his regular day he would leave the house for his office in the morning.
But his first job was to look for new career opportunities for his daughter in the newspaper. When he was back he would ask her to try for some job some day and on the other day he would say that the previous job was not better, instead she should try this. This habit of him was confusing to her and she would become frustrated sometimes, haaa haaa.
Still he was loved by and favourite of everyone in the house and outside the house too.
Whenever I talked about him with someone we would not talk about anything else but only him. He deserved that. The kind of parenting he provided to his children was not common. Taking everything to be insignificant, forgetting his every up and down he was the one who did the best for his family.
He was a volleyball player in his college times. And I always imagined of playing volleyball with him. I was a setter. In my imaginations I would imagine positioned myself near the net having him as the hitter. As the first man received the service and would pass the ball to me, I raising the ball for him would shout, “Daddy hit it.”
And he would score a point for us latter giving a clap to me. Ha haa
My goodness. I can’t forget his smile; always laughing, always smiling always ready to steal a place in the onlookers’ hearts with his gentle behaviour and a fabulous smile.
I always wished I could play volleyball with him but I know I can’t. But whatever time I spent with him in my thoughts and imaginations was a great time. And I will always keep those thoughts preserved in my heart.
Life is good but it could have been a little better having him with us.
I wish him Happy Birthday in advance.
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