When I touch the wet mud to replant my roses I think of
appa, for he inculcated in me the love for gardening.
When the light flickers I remember appa because he taught me to to change a bulb, replace a fuse or repair a plug.
When the tape gets stuck in my recorder, his voice calls me out to use a cellotape to stick the pieces together.
He taught me to ride a bike.and be independent....
To polish my shoes...
To iron my clothes....
When I see evenly, finely cut raw mangoes for pickle...
When I don't get math sums right...
My knuckles remind me of
his stern discipline when it came to math formulae.
He taught me skills. He taught me it's good to enjoy good things and be happy. He taught me to laugh at myself, when he would talk broken hindi, and we would make fun of him. He taught me to love animals, he taught me it's okay to cry...and he taught me to be who I am today. I miss you... But I miss more, the fact that I can never say good bye to you again and have you cry like a baby anymore. But rest in peace appa. You are the angel who is going to smile all the time now.
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