The things I'm grateful to Pa for 26.11.2015 6.12 pm

My earliest memories of Pa go back to a time when Ma was pregnant with Buro. I remember holding his hand and walking in between Ma (In her beautiful svelte maroon chikankari kurta) and him.

I also remember glimpses from before Buro was born when I sketched all over the walls of the house and Pa encouraged me.

I remember times spent in Delhi; visiting Lodhi Gardens, the zoo, running around generally.

I remember the vacations to Hari Hareshwar, Munshi, Goa, Ganpatiphule, Mount Abu, udaipur and many others.

I remember the chicken sandwiches and juices as Pa played tennis at Leela Kempinski.

I remember the carrot, chess, cards, badminton and tennis we played together. Haven't really played cricket with him.

I remember my trip to snow-filled Sikkim when I had Brandy when I was three and sips from his glass of whiskey.

I remember all the times he mothered me, took care of me when I was sick and supported me. I remember his involvement in my career. His pride, the times he said he is disappointed and how difficult it has been as his daughter for me to adhere to his high standards and superior values.

He doesn't talk to me so much these days and I think it's because of A or I don't know what. It's one of his 'I am disapppointed' phases.

I am grateful to him for all his love, his values, his respect even though it's sometimes difficult being his daughter. I prefer to stay quiet and not ruffle the silence.

I wonder if he remembers his birthdays when Buo and I showered him with streamers. It must be difficult being such a high-value highly disciplined man. I love him.