Memories of my father will never fade, they will tug at me from time to time. Some cherished memories of him , I share here :
He was a perfectionist, in
whatever task he undertook. He taught me to fold a simple page in such a way so
that none of the corners protruded out unevenly.
Dad kept a lamp next to
his bed not so much for reading, but to fix a fallen screw out of spectacles with the tiniest screwdriver.
Today , I playback very
memorable incidents from my childhood where in his extended family ,he was
nicknamed ‘ Dande Wale Uncle ‘ as he wielded an army baton. His one call meant,
we had to give an abrupt answer and get ready to fulfil the task assigned to
us.
From that stern man in his
youth, he mellowed down to be a man having the most amiable and adaptable heart.
To me, his daughter, he
was receptive and responsible for finding ready solutions to any of the most
perplexed problems, pondering over it and finding a ready solution with
alacrity. On the other hand, he respected my choices and viewpoints too and
accepted them if he thought them to be a good suggestion.
In my need to write at
this time, I know his memories will always be beautifully woven into the depth
of my life and it was his one dream that all his children and grandchildren
should live up to their fullest potential.
My dad always said that
money and material things may be important, but love towards family was what
created and sustained happiness.
I love you, Dad !
