I received a letter from my father. In it, the message given by my father could not be seen ... but understood to the mind. What I saw in the script was not just a drop of writing but a drop of water.
The emptiness that sent the emotions with a drop of water, without saying what he wanted to say. I finished office work and went home. The father was asleep.
I asked Savitri my buddy, "Dad, have eaten?". She too said that he ate and took the pill. He left to play with his grandson. Then I said well and sat down to eat. I wondered and asked that if Dad had gone anywhere outside today.Yes, he went today. He may talk to...