I will not be writing any meaningful letter today
I came to sirsa town in 1966 and got admission in RSD High School with the help of my senior whilst mom shifted to our old house in Mohalla Dhobian much earlier to look after sis and others. Dad was left all alone
Only today I have come to know
why Dad lived such a lonely life.
I get a flash back and my brain tells Dad was all alone all the time
Mom was only a fair season friend of my Dad
I become more alone when I remember my Dad
I have taken the sweater of Dad from the trunk
its lying in another room
may be I will take a snap of it and post it on this page
I know
you can have guts to come to see me but I will try to show my love to you
I know I am a good typist and probably time made me so in spite of my infinite worth I am a failed genius and every body is happy to give me less salary
Dad used to come to sirsa on weak ends but not that frequent
probably I have kept my Dad way of life intact
I come to my this flat every evening
but you are not available in any of the rooms
I remember Dad used to be very pleasant at his moods but his kid s failed him at every corner of life so he probably somehow learned to live a silent life
Later on Dad used to come on some special days only eg Diwali
I came to know Dad had no relevance of festival s
as his all festivals gone waste with winds
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