One fine morning , as
days usually goes on this was a very unsual day , and the day co incidentally
happened to be fathers days also , unusual because there were something called
a feeling attached
To it , a feeling of
missing somebody, or was it a coincidence just as it happened to be a fathers
day ,
As usual as I used to
come from the tours , my trains or bus often land up at the destination as
early as
The sun could arise ,
but this day the A/C bus landed up at around post the usual time , oh may be
due to tiredness might have slept off ,
or else may be due to some where or the reasons might have got late , or may be
watch was not working , reasons could be any ,talking with the cab driver and
enjoying the weather reached home , the sun was not that hot
showed a sign of
wetness in the road ,and the building and trees drenched in water , little
drops of water were failing as if jewels were falling from the sky , o god what
a beautiful site it is ,with a sense of relive that there was small bit of
rainfall might have fallen ,
deep within the mind was o what
to go home , the silent lonely home , as all the dear one s had gone for there
vacations , and again many thing wandering o let me go home and usual make a
light breakfast again laziness creeps , or else go to a hotel buy some dosas or
else take a bread and
or else go for a
morning walks , with thoughts wandering here and there , reached home , as I
climbed the stairs and was about to unlock the door , I heard a sweet sound ,
saying papa , papa , ad the usual laugh , I wondered it must be a thought , but
again heard the same sound , then turned here and there to search towards the
sound where it was coming , and I was surprised to find a little child was
running in the road ,
and talking to her father with both arms and saying papa papa , there was
nothing great in it , but the sound suddenly made a deep feeling within me how
much I miss them ,
ultimately again
taking the phone to talk to my daughter , to hear her sound her voice , a
parents
love for there child
is always there within the heart and soul . inseparable , priceless , and but
as we
grow old , there are
times when we even pay heed to the smallest of there needs , but at times when
we required anything
, before we could ask the things were there ,with a tear in the face , I say
dad and mom sorry there are many of a times I have neglected small things , but
my shown me the value
how difficult is the
responsbity being a child and a parent
too , dad u are a super dad to me , as wise
for every child there
dad is a super dad .
by d vinod kumar