He talked to me about distant mountains.And the waterfalls that are made by vicious malts of water.The craving for eating fish which leapt there.And how the sun would obey the hills which had eyes.The simpicity of a person and the memories associated with it.The part about gulping down Cone Icecream and the broken satisfaction that came with it.Wanting to eat more of it as it melted in your mouth within minutes.
And the adventures about he had in the kitchen.Cooking away for romantic nights and the responsibility that went towards looking after children.The talks he had with other men and the horses that raced across the fence.The appetite of a cowboy and the cravings to fly to the moon.And the obstinate nature which he did not give up to make people understand on living the good from the bad.The favourites he had and the boons he granted his siblings.
I was his darling angel.
He was my idol.
And beyond tbe clouds i could see a face teaching me these lessons.
And the many rainbows which wete made.Neither of us was confused.It was all a part of growing up.In the early mornings newspapers gained meanings and during the nights thd starscand the moon surrendered.

The boat of life had left for a long journey.The journey had its rewards.The Road taken held a purpose and life held the idea of choice.I learned to accept the thorns with the Rose.Fights were fights and rights are rights.Education besieged from the chants of the grandfather clock and i soon forgot the atrocities of life.The mock and sarcasm which were linked with it.I was not surprised at the change for i had made progress from the beginning itself.I had gained a complete knowledge about the appearance of the silver lining in the cloud.That there was a Hare On the Moon.That it had a patch.Even the most beautiful of things had a number of different characteristics.

And from there i can see my father waving a Goodbye.Far Far and far away from another Galaxy.
© Priyanka bhandarkar