They say, I was a month old when he passed away. But somehow, he still exists in my life, in the stories of my mother..the stories which are always relating to the communication we have.. As a child, i used to be scared of him. He came out as a very strict and aggressive person to me.. I used to look at his portrait and have a sensation of a man with audacity in his veins.. They say, when i was born he told them that I ll be a girl who will never let my parents down.. And am happy i have kept his words till now.. After listening to the various anecdotes of my mother's unmarried life and noticing him in the photographs of my parents' wedding album, his representation has changed.. I have started liking him. He appears as a very intelligent, dignified and honorable man in the society.. His accidental death depicted what a selfless man he was..a man who sacrificed his life for the lives of many.. I have a curiosity..often on the long walks in the garden his thought crops up and
With a Sweet Punch..