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11th June- A Father’s story

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11th June is the most sad and tearful day of my life. It came as Tsunami and washed away all my strength and the teachings I have instilled in my child. I have tried to pen down my feelings several times but never had the courage to. I lost my son who was arevenound 20 years of age on 11th June 1992. He was 6 feet tall and we used to share our shoes. His black hair used to fall on his broad forehead. He was muscular and looked quite handsome than any other young boy of his age.
Since his absence, I have found myself in a whirlpool in which the waves of thoughts and blames from society make me spin around. The guilt feeling of not able to survive him suffocates me so much that I am not able to breathe even sometimes. On every 11th June, a process starts. A process of failed parenting, a process of seeing his death in my hands and that process I feel being dead slowly too- a process of unliving every moment while you are alive. I have been dying every moment since then, dear Anirudh. I can’t explain how the behavior and attitude of people change. The satire by people give the feeling of being razed head to toe. The path since 1992 is leading me onto such a journey which is full of cactus all around. There had been no celebrations so far. The purchasing of clothes is no fun at all too. I do make efforts to get out of the mourning. But as much as I try, I find myself more dipped and dragged into it.
It was a dark and unfortunate day full of storm. The storm was so dreadful that it not only washed away all joys of our life but also converted the day ( our life) into night (darkness). The place called Islam Ganj used to be a lively place. Kids used to play all kinds of street games. Oldies used to have their leisure time chit chatting sessions along with listening to Radio, street hawkers used to urge public through their singing skills. That day, the scene was horrible. The dreadful storm had washed away all our hopes. The street (our life) was dull and empty.
11th June converted the father’s day into a never ending moment of life. I had heard it somewhere
Sometimes life passes away in a moment, Sometimes one moment of life does not pass away not pass away even’
So, the life of the father has cling to that day although he didn’t pause anyone else’s life.

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  1. I have some thing to add to this sad incident Anirudh came to my factory in his vaccinations to assist me and he was handsome young and sincere that I still remember of his character.One previous night he did come to my house in JP Nagar,this was explained by my neighbors and unfortunately we were not home.We all have gone for evening after meal Icecream to city, which was our practice those days. I repent this not meeting him previous night, had I met him he would have explained his thoughts of resentment and I am sure that meeting would have made all the difference and I am till this day resent that God did not give me that chance,which had been some anchor to save this wonderful gentleman.But what can not be cured must be endured.We are repenting those moments. Any way we all are at loss but pray for peace of this noble sincere soul. Peace be to all. ….:: Akshay.

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