I have so far been not a very courageous person. It's not that I am afraid of dark nights, spiders or even spectres, but its about the vagaries and harsh side of life I am afraid of. I had this absolutely unbearable gut feeling of not surviving this world without my father. He has been my friend, philosopher and guide and since the time I grew senses no problem was solved without his invaluable advice and help.
Seven years back he was diagnosed with multiple cardiac anomalies and the doctors informed me how fragile he was. Every bit of my body shivered and it was a moment I still don't know how I endured. Any way that was the start and after that every day brought much more fear and restlessness to me. I tried to control but all efforts were in vain. I never could sleep good and I became much impatient. The more I was preparing myself for the ultimate, the fear of loosing him grew greater and greater.
And, finally the day come, and I was given a call about his demise. But, to my greatest surprise I was stable. I drove more then hundred Kms to reach my home town, supported my mother, sister and wife, and performed the funeral rites with utmost sincerety. And I am still surviving. On a sudden day the tree under whose shadow I was resting vanished and the sun was on me. But underneath now I see my shadow...
Father you have made me the TREE!!!!!!!!