Flashback 2

I must have been around 12 or 13 or maybe 14.. actually, doesn't matter.. this happened all the time.

And as I type this, I have no good polished way of telling. But I hope you understand that getting locked up in a room for hours, slapped, and worse humiliated aren't the easiest of things to write about.

And I can still see him in my dreams. nightmares.

Sometimes, I just hate my dad.

Flashback 1

It was a long time ago. I must have been just 8 or 10 years old. Ummm.. I was in class 4 then, yeah
10 years old.

Our whole family had caught viral fever. Dad had got it first. Then, in a few days, bhaiya, mom and me all went down with viral at the same time. By then, Dad had got slightly better. I remember, me and bhaiya had only slight fever while mom was the worst off. I remember Dad keeping awake for her all the time, bringing hot soup, medicines, steam, etc for us and her day and night. This was despite the fact that he hadn't got completely well. And as we later came to know, he still had fever but he didn't tell us because he didn't want mom to worry.

I remember his devotion. His love.

This was real love.