Rajib Goswami
When you study, feel that your dad is waiting for you to finish your home tasks.
When you play sitar, feel that your dad is listening. When you play football, feel your dad is watching you.
And when you will be crying, my dear, you must know your father also cries for you.
I will not cry, mom.
And your sadness, my dear…look at me…am I sad? Whenever I feel sad, I close my eyes…and there he is…watching me with his beautiful smile.
And now close your eyes…feel him…he is laughing…isn’t he?
Ya…he is smiling.
Now get close to me…hmmm, you are sleepy.
No, no… I want to hear more.
Ah…you wrote another poem?
Ya, yesterday… I could not solve those…I mean, you know…last three problems of chapter eight. I was crying mom…had he been here…Well, then I wrote it.
And you didn’t tell me…
You would have shouted, mom.
No, no dear, I will never shout again…that’s a promise…Ok, tomorrow we will solve those problems together…Is it fine?
Ok now…what should we listen now dear?
Abhogi, mom…it’s time for abhogi.
Sure…
