One young colleague remarked to me after his Dad's call," I feel good when he calls me and at times I feel annoyed with his rhetoric advices to use time judiciously for a better future " He went to say, his dad talks about time and how it flows like water, never to come back ...". Well, my Dad never calls me, for his last call was some two decades back. Such off hand statements pulls me to a time trip, back in time –to a world that I long for.

How some conversation lead to another though is very unique. Each person has his or her thoughts intact till it is taken to the grave....

For me these long has left we with a buddle of memories that still hand in the air as though left untouched by time. It pains me to trace my failings and how such words didn't ring at my younger years. Now as I struggle, in this new materialistic and impersonal world with no familiar support systems, I yearn and long for a big Dad to stand by me and for me to look on to.

Dad's not going to come back, and I'm left to forge my way , just like he had done years back… This human tale is all too familiar but for me it strikes too close to my heart and it aches for the departed one ....