On The First Man in My Life

It is astounding how much can transform in just about a year... how superficially everything can appear to be precisely the same, but actually nothing will ever be the same ever again. Most of the days glide by overlooked, flowing from one into another somewhat impeccably and we barely bear them in mind after they have gone by. That’s not the case with birthdays though. Birthdays are unique: they are an occasion to rejoice, but also to revive the memories of the year gone by. We weigh up the events of the past year, or several years that might have passed, and consider in reality living in the instant and rejoicing the day. These days can be blissful; seldom perfidious. You can't be in command of a birthday; they arrive on a specific schedule – whether you are prepared or not, birthday coming ahead. I woke up this morning to the consciousness that today is my father's birthday. And certainly, all of the reminiscences - years of recollections – began to downpour.
Some people demonstrate certain traits that help them be noticeable from the rest of the crowd. When it comes to my father- it was his sanguinity. He might've undergone self doubt during a phase of his life but then who doesn’t? It was his faith that actually helped him sail through the most difficult stage of his life through which he witnessed biggest cataclysm in his private and professional life. He stood like a rock through all his dilemmas. At the age of 56, when many would unwind and muse over about the life they've spent, I've seen my father revive his life all over again. And what’s special was that even through the troubled and testing times he has had, he in no way lost his wittiness. Righteous, amusing and amiable - in the present day my father stands elevated before me as my life's supreme motivation. And ever since I have walked this earth, I've yet to stumble upon anyone who can match up to my father - my hero!
My father is far away from us today. As I sit here alone, I recall all the memoirs of my father and the days spent with him. I am recalling several birthday dinners as he loved inviting people over for his own birthday. Of all the cakes purchased secretly from limited pocket money, from all the nights I use to stay up late, as a child, just to have a glimpse of him, of all the hugs that gave me comfort, of all the beautiful letters he wrote to me to ease my heartaches, I remember it all today. I am not even distantly 'recovered' from this loss in my life. However, I have stopped being gloomy over His permanent absence now. I know he is watching me from among the stars and his eyes gleam with shine when he watches me smile.
Time is drifting ahead; the seasons are altering as per calendar, festivals come and go, birthdays come and go. But life goes on; I remember you Papa.
Happy birthday Papa

Thank You for a life span of Love. Although life has stopped us from seeing each other, you’re still and will always be as much a component of my life as ever, Papa . . . and I love you — more than ever. Through easy and turbulent waters, you're my source of faith, happiness and comfort. Did I ever tell you that your love, like a compass, for eternity leads me home?

As it is said
"Anyone can be a father, but it takes a special man to be a dad."- Unknown

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