Happy Father's Day, dad. I miss your physical presence here.
Coming to quote and cite the beauty of those beautiful and mesmerising days, I suddenly remember the times of being very little and being embraced, loved and hugged by my father. I would try to put my arms around my father's waist, hug him back. Well, I am not sad and raising a toast to those amazing memories, I would narrate it down further of the gracious moments that are and will forever be a part of my mind, body and soul.
What I remember is that I could never reach the whole way around the equator of his body; and it was funny to have played and tickle him on his body all throughout my childhood and teenage days and even later. Also, I stood to quote the above instance to state a fact that he was that much larger than life, apart from the girth of his tummy. It was that amazing to have him around, his glittering aura that radiated nothing but the optimism throughout the journey of his life.
And then one fine day, I could do it. He was shrunken in his last days. The last memories that I have of him hugging me are when I held him, instead of him holding me, and all I wanted at that moment was to have it back the other way. It was tough and the confidence in me dwindled away for few seconds and the hug from him asked me to be a stronger and a brave man to face the realities of life with courage, and the other moment holding my tears in my eyes, it was to see him parting from me, for forever.
He did not respond, only clung harder to my embrace, and I held him with all the afflictions of a man torn by love. What a miracle he was, what a truly exquisite paragon of beauty and virtue so incredibly combined. In that moment I did not care who won, if only it would end and I could be with him. I accepted the whole responsibility of defeat if I had to, if only it meant a life with him by my side. I just wanted him, needed him. As simply and clearly as one needs food and oxygen and light, I needed him in my life.
When it comes to Father's Day each year, I shall always remember my dad for all the things, for being there to nurture me in the most amazing and splendid manner; and also for the times and tides he gave me on my own to cultivate my own interests and to nurture my own spirit, developing into a man that I am today.
“This father’s day, I am expressing my love towards my dad by participating in the #HugYourDad activity at BlogAdda in association with Vicks.”
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