In the Greatness of My Father

The greatest question I face, till the date, is how to serve my father? We speak very little! The amount of the words we speak can be easily calculated of collected by any being; it’s that simple.

He is the only man I’ve ever seen who made or rather makes his fortune for his family from the toils to palace. He built his family with pride and love. I feel myself very pity that I never gave him anything. I have no memories of hugging him or kissing him or even sharing a bit of time laughing with him. I am a very miserable human being, no doubt.

What a human being I am? How miserable I am! He once or twice said that too! (I think we are all miserable sometimes) I need to be sentimental in my attitude towards the people who love me. Certainly, I lost my way in between; I took a turn that was absolutely strange and chaotic. I had to survive and fight well with the nature of my path I chose. I never celebrated my birthday neither my parent’s. I kept myself away from the casual and normal flow of the society; I shouldn’t have done that because I am totally a stranger to my own feelings or to the feelings of my own people.

I have no role models or guides in my life. I don’t want to follow anyone. I make mistakes and I correct them by myself, I go myself, come myself, do myself; I limited the frequency of my dependency on my people. But, my father taught me many things without saying or showing that I imbibed unknowingly. I do know that I did.

It’s not father’s day or my pappa’s birthday, though, he overwhelms me now; no suggestible or empirical background, but pure feeling of a son towards his father who expects nothing from his son but gives everything to his family.

He is not going to read this post, I know. This post is the result of a prick of my conscience, which is conceived by my anonymous entity in this vast mighty world where I am a very part of it. I am.

I love my father. The greatness of my father is the light to my path from the darkness of my ignorance and vanity to the greatness of my life and his pride.

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