Dad
Dad, maybe I never told you how much I miss you ever since I left home, I never ever told you how much I love you, probably never showed it to you either. Sometimes I just don't understand what I am doing with my life, with my priorities, and my chase of the unknown, missing out on the quality time I could have spent with you in these youthful years of mine. I want to discuss politics with you dad and about those corny distant relatives of ours, I want to be a part of your binge drinking entourage, I want to cook food from distant parts of the world for you, and fix cocktails. Tell you tales about my conquests, and the stupid/interesting people I met in my various sojourns. I want you to be my dad, and I want to be your son.
posted by Jai at 6:28 PM
9 Comments:
hey, you allright ra?
*sends hugs*
hope you feel better soon and yeah, dad's are the best!
Jaan: Ofcourse i am alright, remember we had a conversation (one way, ofcourse) )not very long ago.
n thanks for the bear hugs (OK, i just added the bear for fun)
First the samosa, flies...and bears...*nothing makes sense anymore*
Proudute evarri mokham choosenu? *giggles some more*
proudute kaaadu, poddune!
woah...where did this come from? very unlike you this..
Anil: Just from the heart man.thinking how much we take our parents for granted cos we know that they ll be behind us no matter where we go and no matter what we do, and at once reality strikes you and you miss them. never really shared much of how and what i feel with my dad, and now i think there could probably be no person better than him to understand.
So tru bout taking parents for granted...guess sometimes forget how lucky I am to have such supportive, loving parents too.
Orey! its proddute...nayana, nannu champaku!
2 weeks over 6 years since i wrote this, and a week under 6 years since I lost my father. Irony.
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