The online link to the above is : http://www.thehindu.com/arts/books/article3300189.ece
IBN also had said something really nice about me. Read the article here.
'Tea for two and a piece of cake' is on all the best-seller lists currently. I am happy it has got such a wonderful response.
However, today more than anything else, I miss my father.
People say stuff like "time heals" and "he is watching you from above" and such things.
Time does not heal.
And 'watching from above' brings no comfort really.
It is now been five years, seven months and six days.
It still hurts like hell.
Every victory is bitter-sweet.
Every happy occasion is tinged with sadness.
Each time I achieve something, I call my mum up and we remember him and wish and wish and wish he was around. Sometimes we cry together.
Every little memory with him is guarded jealously, cherished and re-lived a million times over.
Every single thing he said, I remember.
Whatever I am today is just because of him.
I know he would have been really proud of me, had he been around.
If I had to give anything today, anything, just to be with him for five minutes, I would have.
But I can't.
And so I blog.
If you are fortunate to have both your parents, please call them today.
Or better still, go and see them.
And make happy memories.
In the future that is all what will see you through.
Take it from someone who knows.