Whilst growing up, I remember my dad, with his warm special ways, lifting me high, throughing me into the air and catching me again tightly in his arms. I knew he will never let me fall. He loved me so much.

I could see the love he felt for me in his beautiful eyes. His eyes spoke volumns. He loved calling me Moenie, which means, " Little doll, " in Hindi. I was his treasure, his everything and so was he to me. My dad was my...