Dearest muku mouli... I am in profound grief...not only for the immense loss of a loved one but also because there is no one with whom I can share my deepest feelings.
No one understands what he meant to me..was more than a father..he was my best friend ...he was always there when I was still struggling to become independent right from early childhood to the beginning of my professional carrier.
I loved him very much....but yet no one could understand the intensity of my attachments with him.
I managed to rescue him from his grave illness several dozens of times but still against my wishes they all shifted to gurgaon...for supposedly a better life...a bigger house...and a sophisticated neighbourhood. ...and yesterday I was not there to deal with whatever emergency occurred. ..and fate snatched him away for ever. My tears finally vented at his cremation and they are still unstoppable...I called barnali. ..but as expected she simply cut my call..then with some hope and courage I called the home landlines and I was so relieved to hear mouli's voice....I just wanted to hear your voices. ..if that is something too much to ask for being your father..
Loosing my loved ones to fate and destiny one by one....it is like witnessing your own dessimation in a slow motion...it love guts so much and I loved my tata so much...but still I could not do anything..
Tears rolling down my eyes.... will continue my emotional outburst....here on this portal...which simply stacks up my memory pieces...
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