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 someone for a while.
He will get more stressed even though he is inside. That is why Savitri asked to her husband, "Why are you asking so much for today without ever ...?"
"Nothing..,", I just said. Like a waterfall of a thoughts in the mind ... Father's silence pushed him to the point of begging for affection.
It is four to five in the morning. I was rubbing his leg with old treasures that he had worked tirelessly to elevate my life. Tears fell on his feet. When he woke up, he grabbed me and hugged me. I hugged his lovingly too. Why are you crying? Why are you reluctant, Dad? Tell me what you want. I will do it immediately. He said, "You did it already without asking me my son." I do not understand what I did, Dad .. I said. To which he replied, "You will come to me every day with a one or two words. After saying a word or two, I will not criticize you.
Your job is like that ... you are not an individual ... you are the husband to your wife, the father of two children, the brother of two sisters and not only that you are the officer at the place where you work.
All of these are a must see. The mind that has never yearned for yesterday longed for your affection .. because the place I went to yesterday contained great treasure ..
I will share where did I went.. I saw the house where you and your sister were born and raised. The environment was set to go there. Seeing that reminded me of your mom and I lifting you up. I wondered if I would ever get it again. I remained silent, not knowing how to share that affection.
Your silent letter made me understand everything. I've always been a child, Dad. You're still raising me. I've always been petty to you.
This is enough for me. All the old memories with me turned upside down. I'm under the age of twenty. Well, I do not even know what we talked about.
The father's nostalgia was packed with pleasant burdens.







© Ramyakathiravan