love of my life...

A man who is gentle
but stern for world outside.
A man I see sacrificed
but never let me do the same
A man I admire
helped me see whole world.
A man that showers love
built me to fight for good.
A man I know waked hundred miles
but provided me a flowery path with grace
A man mastered nothing
still pushes me to the deepest core
A man who was sleepless
comforted me to bed
A man will do everything again all over
Without judging and thinking twice.
He is the love of my life
my hero, my father.

All over world we celebrated International Father's day. Celebration for a man who donot believe in it. He is way simple, delicate, emotional when it comes to his children. His love can be never ending. His lessons are overwelming. His approach is always positive. Daughters are his princess always. Every tear of my eyes shows emotions of love.


I still remember I had to struggle a lot to wake up early since I am not a morning person. Life always commanded me for early rising.I remember when I was forced to wake up when I was little. My father used to wake up and take me for a run every morning. Seeing me, all the youngsters and the oldies felt happy and encouraged me. I felt very happy. Next morning, again I hated waking up early but I was tiny and my father always took me in his arms and I had to go for a run. This story is precious for both of us, my dad and I have a lot of emotional connect with this story.


Not writing much, let us narrate a small incident which we still cherish. Let us dive into the ocean of memories. 

Ye Jawani hai dewani _ taught us Memories are just like a sweet box, once opened we cannot be satisfied with one piece.

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#Mylifehislifeourlife
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