Someone asked me, why haven't you posted anything for your father today.
I smiled. And I thought why?
I dug deep into my thoughts and I feel it comes from a sense of belonging that stops me somewhere.
I refrain from posting for the people who want to, but cannot.
For all my friends and people surrounding me, for people I know are in anguish.
To all those who are reading this and have lost their father, this is an unseen solidarity. I'm on their side of virtual non-celebration. I don't want them to feel deprived of warmth.
I know this is too much to think, but this is how I feel and I think I'm allowed to do so.
And to all those who've lost, I just want to say, it still makes me tremble to even think of your loss. The irreplaceable loss. But look, you chose to continue to live. That's strength.
And from where do you think you get this from? It's your father's resilience that you carry within, unknowingly.
Even in his absence he teaches you, that he chose to love you, in his own inconspicuous ways, inspite of all the pains. That's what you got to do.
Live. Love. Forget.
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