What do you tell a person who asks you about the most beautiful memory you have had so far? Do you tell him how your best memory also happens to be your saddest? Do you tell him how your past reminds you of what you have lost? No, you don’t because no one other than you can understand the pain and the longing those memories fill your heart with. So, you smile and simply say you can’t recall your best memory and pray that he can’t see the pain in your eyes. But as soon as he turns his back, your eyes brim with tears and the memories begin flooding your heart once again.

It was a pleasant afternoon. I, along with my friend, were hopelessly trying to remove the stains that walnut peelings had left on our hands since our teacher was very particular about cleanliness. My father had gone to the city. While we were unsuccessfully rubbing our hands on the hard gravel, we heard a soft tinkling sound. At first I didn’t pay too much attention to it as I was too focused on getting my hands clean so that I wouldn’t have to face my teacher’s wrath the next day. But on being poked by my friend, I turned around. It was my dad with a brand new bicycle. He was waving towards me. My happiness knew no bounds. I ran as fast as my little legs could carry me. I wasn’t sure if the bicycle was for me but when my father handed it to me, I was beyond ecstatic. My dad had known all along. He had somehow read my mind and got me what I wanted. I wanted to hug him but I was too small and could hardly reach up to his legs. So I stood there silently, wringing my hands around his legs, shedding tears of joy. Dad, slowly picked me up and gently put me on the bicycle seat. I was scared, too sacred but, he wrapped in his gentle arms around me and whispered, “Son, you can do it. Don’t forget I am here with you.” His words gave me confidence. They filled me with a new strength and vanquished all doubts and fears from my mind. My dad didn’t only teach me how to ride a bicycle, he taught me how to live. He taught me to be brave and strong. He taught me how to never give up. He taught me how to be me. 

Though our time in this world was quite limited but I am certain that we shall meet again.  We will surely be reunited once again-me, my mother and my father and then my mother’s melodious voice will once again resonate in the skies. She will once again sing the song, the same song which still lingers on in my mind.

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