Yes, Mr. Nidhesh Tyagi, my friend at Pune Mirror sent me one of the finest gifts of life that one has as a father. It was loaded with emotions, expectations and vegaries of the bad world around us. I wish to thank him for the small gift that he gave to me. In these sufferring days, both physical and emotional pain of solitude, I wrote a letter to my son also.
I am sending the letter to him and someday the little boy will read the letter and try to understand what his father thought about him. I know he will read and will get confused as it is too premature for him to understand the complex ways in which his father looks at the world and also about the happennings in the world, but there will be a day when he will understand the meaning of this letter.
I told Nitn today/tonight that somehow this letter should reach him today and he should know the sensibilities and issues that his father is confronting/has confronted in life. It is not to make him scary about the world but to make him realize that life in not pink or rosy like theback ground of the blog on which I write about him.
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A lot many hidden thoughts in a few words.
Write on.
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