MY Gratitude

I am incredibly grateful to you, my father. You have helped me go back to my childhood days again and again by fixing my childhood in a photo frame and nailing it to the wall. After going through many periods of life, I want to go back to my childhood very often at this old age. Growing up, I learned to understand how rough, how difficult the path of life is. There always be a difference in people's thinking. The differences with each other are noticeable in every step one puts forward. Indifferent opinion, similar ideology, all are just words, flattery. No one has the same sentiment, same speculation, is having different assessment, different path. Whichever path you look for - no one wants to check whether that path is good or bad, wrong, or right. Everyone is there to oppose your opinion in the first place, ready to walk in the opposite direction every time.

The photograph is showing your successful effort to put me in the path of my life as destined by the God. You are walking by my side holding my hand firmly along a smooth, polished path towards a fruitful future. You are holding me by the hand on the beautiful, green smooth grass, enjoying the view with the pleasant sight of the surrounding trees. Now I understand how friendly the path of life is as shown by you. Today, on a sad day, at this age, while walking through the last lap of my life cycle, that picture gives me comfort. I have gained the courage to move forward on the path of life holding my father's hand.

Why didn't the time stop at that moment of holding your hand as viewed in that photo frame? You just indicated how to move forward, and what would be my approach to achieve the milestone in my life. But still, like wandering in the darkness, I often get lost in my thoughts, knock on the door of the closed chapter of the past, take refuge in the darkness to find a little joy, a little happiness. Still, I will say, father, you are the one who has brought so much light in my life that brings cheers to my tired and exhausted body and mind as I see that you are holding my little hands in that photo frame. I want to get back to that life again and again, in which I had no thoughts, no feelings, no responsibility. You took all the responsibility, and I was relieved that my hand was firmly held in your grip as you did not want me to let go of your hand.

Hold me tightly my father, hold hard so that I may not go astray. I wish I could go back to the time in the frame every now and then whenever I feel lonely, feel sad. I would like to get back to my childhood days and get back to you, the guide of my life, the one who showed me the way to reach the milestone of my life sailing smoothly with time.