pitaji.

Meet my father, Mr. Bhagwat Prasad or simply put, pitaji! Probably I will never come to know, how much he loves us (me and my brother) because he will never show this to us. But I know how much he cares for us. I remember the day I slipped off the stairs and landed on the ground sliding over 6-7 stairs. He rushed like never before and could have picked me up in his arms had I been a small little kid. I was walking with my hand on his shoulders and almost forgot about my pain. That day, I got the glimpse of a heart- full of love- hidden behind those scary eyes. Eyes which could kill us even without a word if riveted upon us in full red. I remember those childhood days too, when we watched tv. for 10 hours at a stretch in his absence and never switched on the tv when he was home. Such was his terror. But that too was for our good. (Ye mujhe ab samajh aaya) Your non-stop instructions to study, to work hard, not to spend too much money, not to fight (with mayank), every thing (that you used to say pitaji and u still say) now seems to have a deep meaning. Now you don't interrupt me much, don't instruct me much. Probably you think that I have grown up and I would mind. But Lt me tell you I wouldn't. Finally, I want to say - probably I too wouldn’t be able to say this; ever-I LOVE YOU pitaji