Thats right, I am three already. Can you believe this? Aint it feel like it was just yesterday when mom & dad brought me home from the hospital. Three full years, such a long time and feels like light cloud of cotton blown away by the slowly blowing wind. My naughtiness barely kicked in, I guess things are moving fast, I ll have to hurry up.
Today daddy celebrated my birthday. He went to those still snail shells where I used to take a break after every round riding the bike around our building complex. He stared at those empty shells which I used to stare at for long periods. He stood there where he used to stand watching me wonder why these snails were not moving while all the other snails did. He waited there where I used to wait in the hope of becoming the first person to witness those shells move. I was too young to realize the difference between living and non-living but he knew it and still he was following me.
He went to the swimming pool where I used to run around and play. He sat on the bench which I used to jump from. He sat by the jacuzzi with half his legs immersed into the water, the same water where I used play in. He tried to collect the bubbles and count them as he used to count with me. He mumbled the changing colors of under water light as he used to do to teach me. He walked on the pavement where I used to ride. He jumped over the speed breaker that he and I used to compete over for jumping and I would cheat finishing one jump in two hops, still claiming my victory.
He came home early from work and cooked my favorite maxican meal. Quesadilla with fresh capsicum, mushrooms and zucchini, super nachos with queso, sour creame, black beans served with guacamole and sauted asparagus, exactly how I like it. He ate both the portions of it too. How do I know all this while I am thousands of miles away in Banglore? Silly! its my dad and he lived this day for me.
