Dearest Daddy
Miss you so much on Father's Day. Even though we haven't been able to spend it together in a while, it was always special, marked by flowers send by me, cake sent by my brother and the call wishing you Happy Fathers Day.
You would play Bridge and proudly show the bridge players the flowers I had sent. And share the cake my brother had sent. The small joys of life.
On this day i remember all the special things we did together and the things we never got around to doing.
-Going for the first Jurassic Park in Chanakya cinema
-Teaching me driving and then getting me an instructor when i was too nervous
-Going for concerts together in the Ram Navami mandal
-Playing tennis in Dulwich park
-Watching movies together
I never got around to learning how to play bridge from you. Though i was always fascinated that you would play for hours together on Sunday with your friends.
I never got to get career tips from you on how to navigate the politics at work. You had a much much more stressful and difficult job in the Police, and the decisions you made and the people you spoke to as a Diplomat are much more difficult and life changing than the small decisions and problems I face in banking. Still would have loved to get some advice on the struggles i face.
Am happy though that I got to sit with you and work on your autobiography- that way i learnt so many interesting things about your career and your life- such a colourful and fulfilling life you had dear Daddy, not only working hard, but maintaining relationships with your friends, promoting the arts & music in Singapore and India, looking out for all of us.
Love you Daddy. Please bless us as always.