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A mortal eventually...

Yesterday, Dad talked to me for forty minutes. His detailed plan to let me handle some of the family duties makes me feel wanted. I remember when I was 18 and given a lac and half to get the repairs done. I had done commendably then and I will do my best. They are what I live for. I had give everything I have for them. I remember when I was punished in school and I trembled in my nightmares for having done a wrong. Dad would let me sleep in his lap and tell me stories where he had made similar mistakes. Dad is so dadlike. Mom on the other hand, never spared me. Almost never. I remember when i got that high fever of 105F and she sat by me for two continuous days while Dad was away on tour.
Sometimes I feel so lucky and sometimes I feel that my parents should have kicked me a bit more. Dad was always so adjusting. Mom was like.... you take Arts. They knew me and I refused to accept that. Literature and Mathematics would have been ideal. Anyhow I did not take that.
Dad has asked me to care for people, the way he does. I will I promise. Family is family.

Ishq panaah ka naam hai,
Ishq mein zindagi naa de,
Jalwaa-e-aftaab ban,
Zarre mein roshnii naa de

I have start thinking not for me, but for those around me. It's not in the way that I have done, with gifts and phone. I have to be a bit of Dad everytime. So here I come.

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