Its an instinct...before a festival reaches its date,I always feel excitement and greet almost everyone .....Christmas passed and it was just formality....same went with New Year Night....that night,I found myself on my bed very early......something was stopping me.....and 2015 with its start took my father from me......Whenever I folded my hands in prayer,I always prayed for my family....my parents and my sister....if they are alive,I am alive.....if they are fine,I am fine......and I cant understand how this soul had tolerated pain ,my fathers death brought for me and my family...... And with His death,I understood many things....I understood what he was unable to teach me in his whole life.....My parents did our upbringing in very adorable way....as if we are still kids for them.....Time passes....wounds heal.....but scars remain.....and I wont forget this turn of life....it taught me good lessons......I was my Dads Proud and I would never let his head down, wherever he is resting in peace.
Posted on: Fri, 09 Jan 2015 05:03:02 +0000
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