Appappa... Thampy called, he raised head n looked to wards Thampy from the wheel chair, being pushed towards the ICU, but my poor Dad cdn't see anything but just blurred objects, b'coz he was just dying......was loosing his perceiption. I just can't even imagine the scene, his plight to survive, his feelings..... sorry my Dad! I know, even if I keep chanting sorry all my left over life is of any use.....
I loved you, but never was close to you. We hardly communicated may b it was so in those traditional times between sons n fathers unlike the present. Until 13, I remember having seen him twice or thrice only whenever he and rest of the family came on vacation to Kerala from Hyderabad. I used to be scared of his big moustache and his hefty figure. Having known that they are on the way from the Railway station, I used to hide inside the "Pathayam" where we preserve paddy after harvest.
Hari! Om!
ReplyDeleteMy eyes are wet, feeling the emotion and longing, well expressed defying the barriers
of the language.
I am sure, you will get all the solace & peace in being, what you longed for in your association with your Children / Grand Children.
Regards & Jai! Hind!