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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