Posted in Random Thoughts

Being a Father

Love of a father is special.

It doesn’t come naturally

from bringing a life into this world

from one’s own body.

It comes from the realisation

that this smelly little critter is

his to protect and nurture;

his to discipline;

his to work hard and earn for;

his to offer piggyback rides on muddy days;

his to carry on shoulders during parades and carnivals;

his to tickle for rewarding giggles…

Father’s love is a testimony of

human capacity to feel…

and love…

without reason.


Author’s note: Dedicated to Papa, Wasil and Bhaiya

Father’s love is usually quiet. He is just not raised to say it out loud. As a proof, watch this scene from Charlie and the Chocolate Factory where Willy Wonka meets his dentist father after many years of leaving house as a child: Video Link

Posted in Fiction, Poetry

The Hero

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When I was little…

You were always too tall,

So I grew up stretching

Trying to reach you.

You were always too smart,

So I grew up studying

To be like you.

You were always my hero.

I eventually gave up trying

Because

There is only one “You”.

Not sure if I ever failed you, Papa,

But I always adored you…

Still do…

P.S.: I love you, Papa. Wish you many beautiful year’s to come


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