Man I saw first- A Poem.

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I saw him upside down for the first time

Colorless and rough voice he carried

Carried me around showing some shapes

Disappears for a long time during the day

Evening he shows up again

Routine made me yearn for his rough voice

One day my world turned upside down.

I heard the same rough voice

I felt safe when I am in his hands

I didn’t know why he carried me around

I didn’t know where he disappeared during the day.

One day the word came out of me “dada”

He is the pure form of love

My father.

Note from my Son

Father’s day today. We all love our father. Regardless how they are. Many father son relationship are rocky. At the end of the day we do love our father. They have a strange bond, one cannot explain. We need to feel it. Today, myself and my lovely wife clearing my son’s last year school folder. She came across the following note, I would like to share here.

He is thirteen. I know his handwriting is horrendous. LOL. I am very proud that he sees what I never thought I am delivering it to him. The mistakes my parents did and I struggled to adapt may be helping me to be a good father. Here he says, I am important for him because of the life lessons I give. I am not sure what I have conveyed made him to think this way. As a father, I am blessed to see this. He also sees his mother as a person to share his emotions. As a mother, she should be proud of this acknowledgement from her son. I pray we all stay the same as we are now. This dynamic is important and I couldn’t keep this to me. Will be selfish not to share his thoughts here on Father’s day.

As an adult we may not find positive notions. I see my son is teaching me a bigger lesson here. He is saying that his brother makes him laugh at times when he is mad at him. How many times we can practice this as an adult to manage emotions when someone is mad at us?

This is the best Father’s day I have experienced so far. Many reasons. This note we discovered from a pile of his work is a sweet surprise for me. This is not something he wrote for father’s day, he doesn’t even know we got this note today. This note will stay in my heart on a very special place. This could be a project in school where they asked him to write about special people in his life. What touched me the most is why I am important to him. Most of the time, I see kids write their father plays with him, take to movies etc. This is sweet. Really sweet.

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What more a father can ask on a Father’s day? You tell me…. I am content. Watch the trailer here. Thank you.

Toddler thoughts- A poem

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Cannot sit idle at one place

Got games a million around me

Got movies a ton I can watch

Got cartoons a lot I can access

Cannot sit idle at one place

I am bored because, “I am”

Monkey brain dancing all the time

Want to do something fun and crazy

Don’t know what to do these days

Too many options around me to choose

Cannot sit idle at one place

I am bored because “I am”

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Too much energy in me these days

Nothing seems interesting to me

Getting in to trouble always now

Don’t know why I am the only one

Cannot sit idle at one place

I am bored because “I am”

Every minute monkey brain dance in me

I get warnings to stop my dance

I used to get giggles on similar occasions before

Now it got turned around, don’t know why

Why I cannot sit idle at one place

People realize “I am a toddler”

I am bored because “I am”

I don’t understand COVID

I don’t understand PANDEMIC

I don’t understand SOCIAL DISTANCING

Cannot sit idle at one place

I am bored because “I am”

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I called her….

Life is a journey. We are all busy on our own ways, forgetting or neglecting to see others pains. We do this for personal gains. That is the saddest reality. I am writing here about an individual, I have known her for only less than 14 years. The most thought provoking personality I have ever known or will ever know. She was a warrior. Her life was so tough and she did not have a smooth path. All important occasions in her life had obstacles. Yet, She fought with her head high.

Came here as an immigrant more than four decades ago. Life was not easy back then. Working and taking care of family with minimum means was for sure a task. Failed marriage and not been able to take care of her youngest daughter must have broken anyone. She didn’t give up, the quality I got attracted towards her. Myself an immigrant we could connect so easily and she never treated me bad. We could talk all the rubbish in the world. We could connect with old movies and sometimes she did not have any interest in them, She listened and laughed at my silly jokes. I shared a lot from my childhood times. She enjoyed all the stories I had to say. I can see her eyes glow when I say my memories from India, She relates it back to me from Fiji. Our life style was similar and we did have a lot of common grounds. She always said “Here no life man. No life” She sighs always saying “Oh. Brother”. I felt that many times too. Here there is no life. We all live like robots here. Waste of life in a lot of ways. We both related easily because we both had experienced real essence of life back home in our own ways. Real struggles. That is why she survived here with all her hardships.

What broke my heart is when she told me “I went to a church where there was a wedding on the day my younger daughter got married”. So she felt she was a part of it. She coped and fought against her obstacles. She bought a baby doll, when her younger daughter had her baby. Took care of that baby doll as if she was taking care of her grand child. I salute this lady’s will power. I will never ever forget her. In my culture we call mother in law “auntie”. I never did. I called her… MOM. I realized she is a true form of a mom. A person with lot of patience.

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This is my fare well to her. I love you so much. When we see again. We will talk more about Hindi movies and your favorite actors as we usually do, when we were alone.Thank you for coming in to my life and most importantly you liked my cooking. Peace.