When I was born he wrote a poem
Admired me from the corner
Wiped tears behind the fascinating glasses.
When I was three he took me to school
Held my finger with care
Smiled at his own reflections.
When I was five he saw me dancing
Clapped continuously with ecstasy
Laughed at my silly zig- zag steps.
When I was nine he taught me Math
Telling me the axiomatic truth
and soon understood my fondness.
When I was thirteen he read stories for me
Stories of Christ, Martin, Buddha, Gandhi
Told that life is multi-layered.
When I was 16, he gifted me a book
'The night of 16 Jan'
Why? I was born on 16 Jan.
When I was twenty he took me to seminars
And found my crush on Plato
Suggested me to read Greek thinkers.
When I was married he took me to the car
Said not to cry with his heavy heart
Pretended as he was fine.
When I met him at my Mom's funeral
He cried for the first time
With all those tears he controlled throughout life


(His Birthday last year, I was in India)

( with my Mummy and Papa)

( Vatsalya with his Nana( grandfather is known as Nana)

(This is the pic of Jan 2008, when I met him at my Mom's funeral)


Comments: 35
What a wonderful but sad tribute to your Papa. So sorry for the loss of your Mummy...
:( Thank you for sharing your beautiful photo essay.
I have not pictures.
The love and tenderness that radiates from your affectionate writing pierces my heart. Your father and mother have done a fine, fine job of raising you and your siblings. You reflect their teachings with grace and dignity.
I loved looking at each of the pictures and cannot thank you enough for sharing these most poignant photos.
I would like to extend blessings to your wonderful father for his birthday, tomorrow, March 11.
Your love for your father shines all the way across 6000 km to my heart.
A father's love is like no other. That you saw and felt this love so deeply, brought tears to my eyes.
I was overjoyed to see Vatsalya. Go well dear friend.
love and hugs
I am sorry for all the grief,the loss,the changes in the life of so many that look towards the mother,the wife like the sunflowers follow the sun..now it is difficult to raise the hed,to smile..I understand your sadness and fear for your father..
Your poem is beautiful..your love and worry for him so obvious..I offer my prayers for his peaceful mind,a healed heart only the love of memories ..no pain..
Happy Birthday, Saxena Uncle! You have a beautiful daughter...and I can see where her talents come from.
I just love the photos too.
Love is reflection of the upbringing and you well that !!
Thanks for this tribute you make dutiful song round for the cause on Earth !!!
I know yours to be sublime forever dear !!
Proud lovely daughter that you are gratefully tall !!!