Father

I want to write of the man who growing up in a small town became a successful executive. I want to write of the man who rode 5 kms. with a bicycle to catch a sneak peak of his favourite actress Madhumala in the run-down theatres doting the rural heartland. I want to write of the man who enjoys his bridge and refuses to play 29. I want to write of the man who has always enjoyed the finer things of life with a zest and spirit that i wish could only be mine. I want to write of the man who has never failed to share the joys of life with all whom he encountered during his time. I want to write of the man whose love for the written word can only be matched by his interest in political views. I want to write of the man who never planned but lived each moment with a carefree candour no longer possible in these troubled times. I want to write of the man who travelled and explored more than 5 generations before him could even dream of. I want to write of the man who calls me "ghenu" out of misplaced affection. I want to write of the man who loves his daughters so much that he is willing to give up his vice. I want to write of the man who has shared 28 glorious years with his wife, never failing to treat her nice.  I want to write of the man who is trying to rebuild his life, knowing that each day is a struggle with the demons inside.