Dear Popsy,

I will always remember how you thought birthdays was just a day, and how we had to
remind you that it was your birthday. I remember as little kids we gave you a birthday card which was dated “till eternity” and you smiled saying that you girls don’t have to get me a card every year now. I remember how you would have reservations to our requests for travel at first, but ultimately agree to it especially when the little one would ask. I remember how you would go out to the nursery on Saturdays, get something or the other changed in the garden and take care of the minutest things in the house. I remember how you would ask us to take care the next time when we made an error, how you would tell us that any work could be done at ease. I remember how you would come pick me up from work when I would not realize that I did not have any conveyance to get back but you remembered. I cannot forget how you wrote the same letter in different years of my college, but with a new date. I still recall how you found my mails and messages extra expressive and how you would get our requests on anything and everything fulfilled in no time. I still want to see you when I enter the house, and share with you the latest stories. I want to tell you on what combinations to wear and help you with your phone. I want to play a game of Ludo again with you. I want to make your favorite snack (Onion Pakodas) and ask for permissions to being late again. I want you to decide if mom’s consent is going to be enough for my weekend plan.

Even if I want to do so many things and tell you so much, you are not around, but here we
are trying to follow your values and the learning’s that you left us with. You led the fifty five years of your life with so much dedication, discipline, contentment and simplicity.

I have never met a person so content who would think no place was better than home (The resort being right here), someone who did not fancy expensive accessories believing that the time can be seen from any watch. An individual who was the favorite of everyone from the family (Watching south Indian movies with the naughtiest one and his frequent visits to the airport) to anyone who knew him, it has been an honor of knowing someone so wonderful and gentle at heart.

We are blessed to be your daughter. “Happy Birthday Papa”.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

P.S:- I feel the act of giving in me, has been inspired by you, and you always gave the love and support, today we gave out 56 shawls on the streets around K-town.