My sweet little busy sis and I got to have a long talk after a long time. This was a totally different kind of a talk from the ones we regularly have about how well she is studying or working and stuff. It was different because we went back in memory lane and spoke about olden days.
I happened to tell her about the nice talk dad and I had today. And from there we went back to golden memories we had. We talked in unison about all the fond remembrances we had. How he taught us everything in life, how hee corrected our handwriting without making us change the style, how he taught us cycling running all through with us (and hurt himself also :( in the melee ), how he even taught us how dishes in the kitchen can be washed in a better way (when mom was away), he has been our friend discussing our subjects in college (even to this day) and amazingly he still has solid advice and content though he didnt study the same subjects in school. Apart from these trivial seeming things he is the one who has inculcated some very good moral values in us. I also rememebred the days when we made mistakes and he did not spare the rod, rather the leather belt :) The punishments changed through the years based on our age. Ofcourse now his raised voice is a good enough punishment for me :)
Even when he was transferred and had to stay far away, he was always there guiding us and also goading us to study well :D. I always wished he was here (in Blore) when I was studying so that he could that extra element of knowledge.
The long discussions we have on varied topics ranging from how skilled Henry is at football to how certain political decisions have a hidden agenda to how much of hype and hoopla the press generates for a flimsy issue to how bad the outfit of the current genre of tennis players is!
He still gives me tips on how I could better my hold while playing badminton, how I could improve my serve in tennis. Although he comes from a very conventional orthodox family, he never let us feel so, we have been given liberty to do all things as long as they are right.
My dad doesnt ever cook but can still give some wonderful tips on how to cook faster, how it can be tastier by adding that one extra ingredient.
It was fun re-living all those moments with my sis and saying how great our dad is.
It has not been possible for me to put the thoughts that I have in mind. The intensity cannot be shown by words for sure. All I can say is "My daddy greatest :)"
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