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A powerful connection.

7th of September is a day I do not like to face.

In case you are a new reader, I suggest you  read

This  post I wrote on 7th September 2010. and




This one I wrote on  7th September 2011 and also


This one I wrote on 7th September 2012

(My personal favorite  being the first link-- the  2010 one)

He loved to go for long walks. Today I walked 12 kilometers,as a tribute to him. Satish walked with me.I remembered  all the stuff that he did, everything he used to say. The stuff that made great memories.

And the stuff that made me the person I am.

He shaped me, he moulded me, taught me to be strong, independent and have pride in my work. He taught me to be kind. He taught me that you learn something from every single person you come across.

He instilled in me, my love for books. As a child, my home was filled with books. By the age of nine  or so, I had read Thomas. A. Harris's I'm Ok, You're Ok. I used to have conversations with him about Transactional Analysis and PAC. (Read the book to know it in detail). We used to analyze behavioral traits and why we do the things we do. As a child, I read, devoured and digested almost all the books he owned (and he had a vast and interesting collection of fiction and non-fiction). Our love for books continued long into adulthood.

It was my dad who told me to read  Tuesdays with Morrie and it remains one of my all time favorite books. Whenever I read a good book, I would excitedly call him up and tell him to get it. If he read something that struck him as engrossing and a worthy read, he would do the same. He would cut out interesting articles that he came across in newspapers and he would send them to me to read. I would do the same. And we would discuss them.

I loved speaking to him. He was one of the most open-minded individuals I knew. We could talk and discuss about anything under the sun.

He would have been so proud to see my name in the Forbes long list of 100 most influential celebrities in India. He would have been elated to know about the success of my books, and how they have been best-sellers. I would have discussed the story with him, asked his inputs. I would have shown him the covers while they were being finalized. I would have taken him through the whole process and his chest would have swelled up in pride. I can imagine how happy he would have been to hold my books in his hand.

When he went, he took a piece of me with him. He left a huge gaping void in my heart--an unending emptiness.

When I write, it comforts me for a while. Then it comes back to gnaw at my insides.

Not a single day passes when I don't think of him. (and it has been 7 years now and yet I miss him). The connection with him is that deep, that powerful.

People ask me 'What inpsires you to write?'

I have just one answer 'My dad.'
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ps: Please keep him in your thoughts today, and say a prayer for him if you are reading this. He was a great guy, my dad.

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Comments

  1. Almost made me cry :')
    Im calling my dad RIGHT NOW.

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  2. Hugz dear friend. Keeping him in my thoughts and saying a prayer for him (and you, and your mum). I loved how you expressed your connection with him in this post.

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  3. It made me realize how suddenly life changes. All of it. I share almost similar a bond with my father. He cuts out the articles that he likes and gives them to me and i do the same but less often. He suggests books for me to read.. i could relate to this post so well, only i wish.. your dad was alive.. losing a parent is the single most thing that can shake us break us to the core..
    No matter how many years pass, he will always be remembered, and loved.
    God bless you Preeti

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  4. Hugs Preeti...and yes he blessings are always with you:)
    Take care
    Gayu

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  5. Simply loved the last line...touched actually!

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  6. Really made me miss my Dad! anyways i am your big fan and just discovered your blog....really love d way you write....loads of love!!

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  7. Anonymous11:01 AM

    Loved it! And prayed for him as well. A great guy that he sure was... he sure is... wherever he dwells today. Smiling up there, and proud of you and blessing you always...all the way!

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  8. it really touched me.I am only 19 and dont have a role model like u had,but somehow it resonated with me.

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  9. Anonymous7:04 PM

    Preeti , Such a touching note to your dad . He must be real proud of you .Kudos to you !

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