Today my father would have turned 77. Time may have taken him away, but his presence continues to live through me every single day.
He was the one who shaped my world in ways I can never forget. It was from him that I inherited my love for reading, my endless curiosity for knowledge, and my deep affection for mathematics. He made learning a joy, never a burden, and unknowingly planted in me the habit of exploring, questioning, and understanding life better.
And then there was old Hindi movie songs (not referred as Bollywood then). My father’s love for music filled our home and our hearts. It still plays in the background of my memories, reminding me that life is richer when rhythm and melody walk alongside reason and discipline.
Today, on his 77th birthday, I celebrate him — not just as a father, but as my first teacher, my guide, and my anchor. His legacy lives on in every book I read, every tune I hum, every problem I solve, and every value I hold dear.
Fathers like mine don’t just leave behind memories — they leave behind a way of life, one that continues to shape and inspire long after they are gone.
Blessmesai 