Hey its me again. I just got to remember my childhood when I used to be a rural un-sophisticated giggly boy with dribbly nose and scruffy hair. I used to be bullied by Nasser and gang. I was no match for their gross physique and cruel behavior. I used to cry silently at home when lights went out and Mom gave a good night kiss. I used to cling to her hand. She would gently cajole me to sleep. I never felt like telling her the truth and despair her already turbulent mind. I kept it to myself and suffered humiliation day after day. In due course of time, it just turned out to be a weary ritual. Eventually the bullying ended when the gang got kicked out for harming an influential boy. Why am I telling this anecdote? It is to tell all those out there: if you let it pass and be patient you can survive without much creativity. Don't get carried away by situations; instead handle them with patience. Soon you will acquire the finesse to handle difficult situations. If I can survive anyone can!
Baba I miss you.. .
BAABAAAA . . . Such a small and cuddly human, yet so strong! Baba, you were so tender and so, so soothing. I miss you terribly. Wherever you are. You were there when we needed. You just gave and asked for nothing. Now you are gone, I feel a part of me has gone too. In my youth I was horrible, yet you accepted me, when others were critical, You gave me hope! What have I given you? Nothing! I couldn't even come to your death bed and cremation. How I try to solace myself, saying you are so understanding; and will not hold grudge. But I feel guilty and helpless and angry at myself, for losing such a precious person from my life . . . forever . . . Wound may heal, memories may fade, I don't know. But the world without you will be So much morbid and loveless. That I know.
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