I see flashes of you smiling benevolently at me when I made a mistake, smile indulgently at my office banters, shaking in good mirth when I lost to you at a game and smile sheepishly when you were wrong & I was right. 
I remember those rainy afternoons when the four of us played "Rummy" and when we two used to gesture each other on the sly & cheat you.
I remember the time when you made masala dosa for us and left mom fuming over a terribly messy kitchen.
I remember the umpteen arguments we have had and the number of silly fights we have fought.
I remember you waiting for me at the gate for my return, with an expectant look like that of a child.
I remember the customary once-a-month dinner outings and how we used to argue on how much to tip.
I remember those old anecdotes & stories of your childhood that you would narrate so hilariously.
I remember you telling the history behind those antique silverware or the story behind the winding alarm clock.
I remember you taunting our poor knowledge of English grammer and question us incessantly on Gerunds, participles & infinitives.
I want to hear all of it once again. I yearn to get some more of your worldly-wise advice in your loud booming voice. I wish I could wind the clock back..I wish
The world is celebrating and I am thinking of you.
Its Father's Day and I am missing you, Dad.
Wish you were here.
I remember those rainy afternoons when the four of us played "Rummy" and when we two used to gesture each other on the sly & cheat you.
I remember the time when you made masala dosa for us and left mom fuming over a terribly messy kitchen.
I remember the umpteen arguments we have had and the number of silly fights we have fought.
I remember you waiting for me at the gate for my return, with an expectant look like that of a child.
I remember the customary once-a-month dinner outings and how we used to argue on how much to tip.
I remember those old anecdotes & stories of your childhood that you would narrate so hilariously.
I remember you telling the history behind those antique silverware or the story behind the winding alarm clock.
I remember you taunting our poor knowledge of English grammer and question us incessantly on Gerunds, participles & infinitives.
I want to hear all of it once again. I yearn to get some more of your worldly-wise advice in your loud booming voice. I wish I could wind the clock back..I wish
The world is celebrating and I am thinking of you.
Its Father's Day and I am missing you, Dad.
Wish you were here.
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