"Country roads take me home to the place where i belong......." this was my dads favourite.When my tiny fingers used to look for something to hold he was always there nursing me throughout the night. As i grew up and started walking he was there to hold my hand and help me take my first steps.Dad used to indulge me taking ice cream and chocolates almost every day.I started blackmailing him to get me almost everything i wanted.Outing with baba meant i climbing on his shoulder and pretending my inability to walk.Vintage car rallies were a must see every year so much so that the year my sister was born we brought ma and my sis home and went off for the rally.Baba coming back from office was great fun cause he used to carry something for his daughters almost every day.Life was full of fun and excitement.In fact it was so unruffled that i told him one day why we don't have any disaster to bring in some challenge.Baba smiled and told me "you will not enjoy it when it comes".How true he was because our life changed one day even before we could realize.Baba left us after a days brief illness.It seemed somebody had pushed me out on the streets.After 26 years of long struggle when i still think of him i seem to miss his caring words and constant encouragement.Did he really belong to us or has he reached where he belonged?This question will haunt me till my last day.Baba if you can read this then i would like you to know your nervous little girl has come a long way.She is a braveheart and is still waiting for you to show her the way and hold her hand.
