A Letter to My Father.

Dear Father,

How I wish to start with a "How are you doing". Its been almost 27 years when I can into existence. observing and absorbing inherited army life with early morning drills, army uniform, polished shoes, tough soldiers around and lots of discipline.

Born in a very small village and your strong will takes me to where I am today. I still cant forget the night at 8:30pm when I shown you my report card with my lowest marks ever even after you taught me for the previous whole night. I cant forget the night you hung me up side down for punishment and that is the reason why I am today standing handsome straight.

I know you are always away from emotional life and family but I also know you are the one always around for everything. may it be our values, may it be our needs, may it be our habits, may it be our demands. I am recalling the day when I flunk in college and you sent me to new city. I am recalling the day when I fallen for a girl and you got me new bike. I am recalling the day when you forced me to join MBA, I am recalling the day when you first kept quite infornt of police because of me, I am recalling the day when I put you down, I am after the day when you will hug me and say yes son you are the one.

I know your struggle from a brilliant village boy to achieving a A class gadgeted army officer. But Have I taken this for granted and done all the opposite things in life? or was it just the bad company I wan in? I cant recall if I have made you feel proud ever but always harass you.

But now I realise after you put me to pain and Now I am in gain. I may not become you in my this life coz father is a father and son is mere a son. please accept my hearty gratitude for forgiving me for everything. I am now a tough, strategic business mind as you always wanted. About to start a business and will be blessed if you just cut the ribben on the first day.

I have never done anything by which you we called "thats Neeraj's dad" but I am always happy to be known as your son.

It longs for your hug, runs across the living room to tug your legs the moment you return from work and dreams of growing up with you. It still lives with you in the same old apartment. And it’ll someday tell you how much I miss you. Miss you, Dad.