Love letter to my father- the touch of your hand.

Love letter to my father- the touch of your hand.

Dear Dado The sun is shining and the sight of a new pink rose on a rose plant that I bought last year which almost withered away, until I moved it to a different spot in the garden, lifted my heart. Pink is my new favourite colour. Seeing the rose made me realise that...
102 not out.. Happy birthday Pops:)

102 not out.. Happy birthday Pops:)

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6 years and 6 weeks!

6 years and 6 weeks!

This is supposed to get easy and yes I am supposed to get better at this but it doesn’t always work like that.  I have been quiet of late as during December I struggled with yet another Christmas without my Dad and yet another anniversary. I almost forgot that I...
Almost 6 years..

Almost 6 years..

“We shall not cease from exploration, and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time.”  T.S. Eliott. I love this quote as it reminds me that we are constantly seeking the truth yet when we feel we...
Love letter to my father

Love letter to my father

Dear Dado. Hi, hello and namaste Pops. How are you doing? I bet you’re marking Diwali with Lord Krishna, Baa and Rewa in your flamboyant style. Everyone is running around you looking after your many friends and guests and you are holding court charming everyone with...
One wish..

One wish..

I cannot believe that the one person in the world I want to read this blog, never actually will.  My father was my everything.  Words simply cannot and will not ever do justice to what this amazing, kind, wonderful, beautiful, generous, loving and caring man meant to...