Whenever I think about my father, I always recall the morning when at class six I tried to compare my palms with his palms, and he laughed a lot. He did not say anything, only laughed.
I also joined him.
But I was confused. (I am still confused)
He was always with me in my days of achievements as well as in my days of depression and failure.
He is no more in this world now to see my achievements and laugh.
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I can never forget you bapa.
~Sarojini~
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