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Its Okay....Dad


After a long day when I return home, i search for my mother and ask her where is papa? My mom says ...at work!
He returns home all exhausted but with a smile on his face. He talks about my day and gets happy if something good had happened. 
This is going on from last 24 years. Everyday. He talks about me, mom, sister and family...
Oh...do you think he forgot something?
He forgot himself. 
I guess we never ask. How was your day dad?
Instead we wait for him to come home and listen to what we desire next. 
He never forgets my birthday. But I still don’t remember if his birthday is 17 or 18 Jan.
I see his chest is fair and white but why his hands are black ? Why he fells asleep immediately after he lays down on the bed?
If I am hurt he looks at me with his eyes wide open. Dad, its hurting! Don’t you feel anything?. 
I feel he doesn’t care. 
See, I didn’t notice it again, his eyes are wide open and they are not blinking. Is he crying? Then why he doesn’t show it to me? 
When I achieve something. He never hugs me or he never says 'I am proud of you' , instead why he calls all his friends and gets started on my achievement. 
I still remember he would bring only 3 chocolates, for me , my mom and my sister. 
He again forgot himself .
He never said I Love you...But it’s okay dad, really it’s okay. Because I know you do.. and I notice it everyday.

- Raviraj

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