Today morning while I sat in the bus....thinking about random things..about the millions of worries in my head, a li'l boy climbed on to the bus with his mother! I know not if it was the first time he was getting onto a Volvo but the excitement on his face was apparent! He seemed to be really happy with the atmosphere around...natural I thought, for a boy of 10-11! Then I happened to spot the logo of his school on his shirt...upon reading that, my face went white with shock...he attended a school for the deaf and dumb!! God!!To think of it...I had been worried about the words people spoke...about how their words affected me..and this little fellow, without speaking a single word...had had such an impact!! The cheer and happiness on his face was hard to miss...I just sat there speechless, looking at the sign language conversation between him and his mother!!
He was...
Every child just dreams of one thing…to be loved by its parents endearingly, to be held close by the dear ones…and just make life beautiful for everyone…and so did I, as a child, dream about growing up as soon as possible, about being loved and cared for like no other. If only I knew that my journey with my father would end all to soon…that he would leave behind an irreplaceable emptiness in our lives…if only he could see where I stand in life now…if only… Papa for me and sis, was a hero in his own right…never the one to be afraid of anything, and even when death came calling, he put up a brave face. He was someone who was simplicity personified, an ever smiling, cheerful person who was really contented with his life…and someone who never worried about anything in the world. Hard to find people like him in today’s world, given that everyone just runs behind money and materialistic comforts forgetting peace of mind. Papa was always known as a righteous man, who never hurt anyone, who di...
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