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I have decided to give you back your wings. You go back to where you belong. You expand your manly feathers, heighten up your neck and fly. The sky is all yours now. Those clouds gathering up there, and those birds flying high up as you or those kites spilling colours on a dull blue sky go up to them. Catch them, discover them and fly again. When the strong wind will blow take a safe shelter under the tree. Once storm is over, go back. We will watch you from distance. We will see you as mere humans from the ground. We will sit back on mother earth filled with green grasses and look up. You will flap your big wings, take turns, dive in dive out and fly. There is no looking back, there is no holding back. No one will bother you, call you by your name or wait for you to be home. Tonight I give you back your wings. The mornings, noons, afternoons, evenings, nights and midnights are all yours. I give you the sun, the moon, cool winter breeze, hot summer wind and everything else you ask for. I give it all back to you. You fly.


If anyone ask me what scared me most when I was young, I would definitely say, my daddy’s angry eyes. He is a very short tempered man. I lost count of how many times I was beaten up by his infamous stick he kept for me. Yes I do admit I was naughty. But being beaten up was always the scariest thing. However everytime he hit me, I used to be happy on the other side too!! Firstly I am risk free for a long time and second he would get me anything out of his guilt.

He is a man who fumbled and fell many times in his life. But he is a fighter. He pulled back graciously and proudly each time he fell. May be he isnt perfect in many sense but he was a perfect father to me and Mika. I remember going up to him and confess that I am in love when I shouldnt have had an affair. He smiled and wanted to see the guy. He always tried to be my best friend, asking every details of my routine. I would get tired answering him. He never grew tired listening though. I feel sad at times how I dont listen to his stories now, how I get bored when he listens less and I have to repeat. How insensitive I grew. I wish still now he could use those sticks on me. I still need it. Baba is a modest generous guy. Stubborn, nagging and at times unreasonable too. But has a heart of a child.

Now when I look at those eyes I dont see the precious volcano that has kept me on a straight line for all these years. I rather see a cool mediterranean sea with blues. Depth of a roller coaster life! A life of fullfillment and joy. I love you baba for all that you did for me and for all that you didnt but tried. You are my best man.

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