It was one of the mornings of winter when I got up early and ran to my dad and said, "Dad I will join you for the walk today..". My dad had no company that day, so he was very much happy to take me along with him. I gave a big smile and shouted in excitement, "Mom, I am going with dad for the walk.. will get back soon". We both walked towards the shoe stand, where my father has his favorite shoes(mine too), long, heavy, hush puppies. I said "Shall I wear them", my dad smiled and replied, "you have got time to do that dear.. wait for that". I was convinced with his smile and started for the walk.
It was along the beach I was walking holding my dad's hand... did a running race with my dad, and for the first time I won.. with gasping throat I said, once more. there was fog along the beach.. and my dad was ahead in the race this time... he was running in the fog and I could not see him clearly... I tried my level best.. and I saw my dad stopping and walking at some distance. I raised my speed, and when about to reach him, I jumped in the air to hold his hand... I couldn't catch it, he was not there... I had an illusion in the fog. I fell down on the sand hurting my forehead and nose. I got up, without the sense of my wounds I was searching for my dad in eager and tense. I could not find him anywhere. I screamed and tears started rolling down my cheeks and nose was running. with full hands shirt I wore, I was rubbing my face and crying for my dad.
With this tense, I came back home and I saw mom tensed, yet in a composed state. with a high pitch in the voice, I asked her "Where is dad ?". There was no reply, I shouted again "Where is dad ?".. my mom said, dad is on an indefinite trip, he had to go and he did. I was scared, tears got intense and voice was going down. My mom took me into her arms, and said "Don't cry dear, he will be with us"...she continued saying "your dad left a message for you".. I was out of tears with that word and could not wait to see that.. my mom took me to the pair of shoes of my dad and said "Here it is".. I was happy with that message, and started wearing them. They were long and heavy and the way I walk changed a lot with them. As time progressed I developed a better way of walking with those shoes on.
In this journey dad, I did miss you, many times I was talking to you by myself, I never got an answer, at times I did not like you, for not giving me a reply, where have you been dad? I needed you...
Whenever I got this thought, I used to rush to mom and she soothed me. I remembered some of the stories you told me dad and that helped me to cheer myself and continue the journey. Over a period of time, I made my walk steady and learned how to walk with them. I realized the biggest thing you wanted me to teach was, learning life by myself.
It took me this time, why you left that message when I was young, why you wanted me "to step into your shoes". you built my life dad.. but always your presence is very much wanted...
I made my life the way it has to be dad and I am living up to my values and your thoughts. All said, still I miss you, dad, I Love You.
It was along the beach I was walking holding my dad's hand... did a running race with my dad, and for the first time I won.. with gasping throat I said, once more. there was fog along the beach.. and my dad was ahead in the race this time... he was running in the fog and I could not see him clearly... I tried my level best.. and I saw my dad stopping and walking at some distance. I raised my speed, and when about to reach him, I jumped in the air to hold his hand... I couldn't catch it, he was not there... I had an illusion in the fog. I fell down on the sand hurting my forehead and nose. I got up, without the sense of my wounds I was searching for my dad in eager and tense. I could not find him anywhere. I screamed and tears started rolling down my cheeks and nose was running. with full hands shirt I wore, I was rubbing my face and crying for my dad.
With this tense, I came back home and I saw mom tensed, yet in a composed state. with a high pitch in the voice, I asked her "Where is dad ?". There was no reply, I shouted again "Where is dad ?".. my mom said, dad is on an indefinite trip, he had to go and he did. I was scared, tears got intense and voice was going down. My mom took me into her arms, and said "Don't cry dear, he will be with us"...she continued saying "your dad left a message for you".. I was out of tears with that word and could not wait to see that.. my mom took me to the pair of shoes of my dad and said "Here it is".. I was happy with that message, and started wearing them. They were long and heavy and the way I walk changed a lot with them. As time progressed I developed a better way of walking with those shoes on.
In this journey dad, I did miss you, many times I was talking to you by myself, I never got an answer, at times I did not like you, for not giving me a reply, where have you been dad? I needed you...
Whenever I got this thought, I used to rush to mom and she soothed me. I remembered some of the stories you told me dad and that helped me to cheer myself and continue the journey. Over a period of time, I made my walk steady and learned how to walk with them. I realized the biggest thing you wanted me to teach was, learning life by myself.
It took me this time, why you left that message when I was young, why you wanted me "to step into your shoes". you built my life dad.. but always your presence is very much wanted...
I made my life the way it has to be dad and I am living up to my values and your thoughts. All said, still I miss you, dad, I Love You.
