Dear Appa,
It didn’t matter whether we met often or not, what mattered is that your advice helped me connect my life’s dots. It didn’t matter whether we spoke every day or not, what mattered was that you loved me a lot. Appa!, I miss you!
Whenever I go and meet Aai , There are spots in the house, that scream of your memory,there are cupboards and bags ,that want you back badly ,
Books are also waiting for you to read ...
You taught me to be strong always , but really whenever I remember you , I feel weak to accept your absence ....
We did so many things together, taught me to read good books, watch good Marathi dramas, listen good music... appreciate every good aspect ...
Appreciate people ,understand feelings .... So while doing it ,I remember you every single moment ...
But Appa, I really feel sad , that I did not record your voice... That would have helped me little to relieve my pain ... As I see photos and recollect the memories...
If only I could build a time machine, to erase everything , your sickness ,
that I have seen, I would turn time back,to the moment when you were actively taking part , in everything .
Enjoying life with interest , writing books and notes ...Taking photographs from your camera,
Nature as well people loving !
yes , writing letter was your hobby , I never missed your letter when I was in abroad ! Now found so many envelopes , inland letters from your cupboard, who will use it now ? Miss you very badly ... Can't send you letter ! Won't get any reply .... its hard to believe .
it is said that anyone can become Father , But it takes someone Special To become DAD !
Now its about one year ,I understood the real meaning of pain and sadness !
It didn’t matter whether we met often or not, what mattered is that your advice helped me connect my life’s dots. It didn’t matter whether we spoke every day or not, what mattered was that you loved me a lot. Appa!, I miss you!
Whenever I go and meet Aai , There are spots in the house, that scream of your memory,there are cupboards and bags ,that want you back badly ,
Books are also waiting for you to read ...
You taught me to be strong always , but really whenever I remember you , I feel weak to accept your absence ....
We did so many things together, taught me to read good books, watch good Marathi dramas, listen good music... appreciate every good aspect ...
Appreciate people ,understand feelings .... So while doing it ,I remember you every single moment ...
But Appa, I really feel sad , that I did not record your voice... That would have helped me little to relieve my pain ... As I see photos and recollect the memories...
If only I could build a time machine, to erase everything , your sickness ,
that I have seen, I would turn time back,to the moment when you were actively taking part , in everything .
Enjoying life with interest , writing books and notes ...Taking photographs from your camera,
Nature as well people loving !
yes , writing letter was your hobby , I never missed your letter when I was in abroad ! Now found so many envelopes , inland letters from your cupboard, who will use it now ? Miss you very badly ... Can't send you letter ! Won't get any reply .... its hard to believe .
it is said that anyone can become Father , But it takes someone Special To become DAD !
Now its about one year ,I understood the real meaning of pain and sadness !
Archana
31/1/2016
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