´´Even if I am not an ideal father, I did as much as I can before as well, Chhori.
When she heard this sentence from me, her eyes became wet with full of tears. She hugged me and started to weep gently. She is not the girl who cries in front of anyone. When she was small, she used to sob inside the bathroom if she hurt deeply. On that day, I couldn´t control myself seeing her tears.
Just completed reading Khushi written by Bijay Kumar. The above mentioned paragraph is taken from his book which he has written on the topic of Santan explaining his children Sara and Saramsa. As we all know, we have different ways to live our life which means everyone has different unique story in his life. In the race of living lives, someone gets success whereas someone doesn´t. But life always goes on. Being successful is not everything if he is not happy but if a person lives a simple life but he is happy with that which is the meaningful life. By reading his book, we can learn lots of life utilizing stories but mainly perception towards fame shall change.
The reason why I take this paragraph from this book is that there is similar story in my own life. I don´t know the exact time but I can say it´s been around 20 years ago. I might be 11 years old at that time. One evening time, suddenly, my father started to cry saying maybe, I can´t give to you all the good clothes and good foods. We all were saddened by his cry because I had never seen him in this form before. I feel regret now that I didn´t hug him and cry with him on that day. Even if he left this world 5 years before, he remains as my idol forever. Miss you Apa.
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