
I was three years old, and I wanted a tricycle; I cried for it like any child of that age. And one fine day, I, kind of, had my dream coming true when I rubbed open my eyes in my father`s lap who got me seated on the tricycle, which eventually became my sole resting place for the entire day.
And my consciousness of this world made me realize that it was my father. He was the one who toiled whole day to earn happiness for his family. He
remained as our invisible support to protect us from the rough weather of this world, and provided us the security to grow into individuals to stand on our feet. We walked our paths of life with the feeling that our father is behind us, as a protector. Turning to take a look at him, and becoming happy to find him contended.
And the dreadful night of 21st jan 2015 took him away from us. The bridge that led us towards brighter path in life has broken. The bridge broke with a bang to create a void, which no amount of tears can fill. Howsoever loud my cries may be, but it echoes back to me. There is no reply…
I know that he had left for his eternal journey, to his own father`s home. His physical existence changed to sublime to merge with infinite light.
While in this world, he illuminated lives of not just his children, but all who sought his help in need. A great soul who was on a sojourn in this world. It is a hard fact for us to accept, but may be for him it his venture to seek the truth. I pray to god to provide him the peace and the true pleasure that he sought to realize.