Unspoken...

You know I never could tell anyone about him.

While my friends could not stop chattering about their special ones, I used to keep a mum n simply smile.

I hated that feeling.  All my thoughts used to choke near my throat and would vaporize before I could add voice to them.

So many memories of him, So many feelings, I would go on day and night.

They seemed very happy when “special ones” used to visit.  It would nearly kill me.

I had to suppress those feelings that too with a smile. And no one ever understood.

I would write letters to him and tell all the things which I couldn’t share.

Even he felt bad at times. “Why is it so important for you tell them. Isn’t it sufficient that i am always with you to listen what you have to say”

“No. you don’t understand. It hurts when I can’t tell the stories of you which are far better than theirs. You know even I tried once. They won’t listen they would just change the topic. I hate them”

I would cry whole night in his arms. He would keep consoling me that it is not even worth to cry for.

He was invisible for others but always there for me.

He taught me to take decision on my own and standing by for the consequences.

He taught me to seek the dreams I would have never thought of.

He taught me to love and help everyone even though they stab you back.

He taught me to keep smiling though the pain is burning you from inside.

He suffered a lot in his life. Still an optimist.

I never understood where he could possibly bring such a positive attitude?

Eventually I learnt living without mentioning him. He, as invisible as one can be, stayed away from me to make me tougher. It did work.

No more crying. No more pain. I am happy now. Fulfilling the dreams only he had hoped that I would achieve.

And you know what now I can proudly tell to everyone around Him… about the only person who was there for me when everyone turned their backs. He never doubted me.

The only person on the earth I love so much that I would do anything he asks.

Yes.. He is my everything. He is ……

 My Father….

“Happy father’s day Baba!!!”

 pournima