ALONE.

Still Remember that time when I lost my Dad, my role model and my coach for every small step right from my birth.

I started my Life from Dehradun , a beautiful city of Mountains,Valley and rivers with full of greenry.

I can still feel and sooth that safe touch when probably my Dad  would have been taken me into his arms first time and can realize better his words.Those words which were more sweeter than honey,more deeper than sea,more wider than sky and above all full of love and ownness.

Yes I was the one what exactly my Dad dreamed about as his son,but some times you tried a lot to touch the expectation of ur beloved ,race faster and faster but at the end point you realize winning flag is not in ur hold.

That Race which matters a lot for you because some body else behind you is taking more pain to see that flag in your hand.

Really to win and give an utmost satisfaction to ur self is very smaller than to see someone else taking the pleasure of the same.Honestly I am not at all that winner,but honestly I tried my level best to see that something in my Dad’s eyes,those eyes which always wanted me to have that winner crown and those lips which always wanted to kiss his son’s forehead  and those arms which wanted to give me a warm and deep hug……

Even after loosing any game I got great appreciation from my dad.

Today I need the same but sad part I don’t have any body to be there with me…

Second part I got married with high expectation to join a new family, and every expectation was brutally squeezed and being a fand being a frontline warrior I used to coordinate, but why? To coordinate and why to compromise?when there are no mistakes at my end?why I critically evaluated as the worst relation any body would ever have?why? because I don’t believe in hiding something?because I am straightforward?because I am blunt ?because I am honest?if I am paying because of such reasons then I am willing to pay heavily but no more compromises with those who are bloody liars and cheaters.

Yes! I loved some one and hav the guts to accept the same things,because I am not like those bastards who ditches some body and whole life spoil in preparing the pitch to convince on their fuckoff excuses.

  Yes  I tried best to accept the some one I liked but in my every  decision I think my dad would be near to me  and will feel in my absence my son is some how hurting everybody for the sake of his likings…

Dad I want to live by my own way plz give me one day where I can juz come out from the role of a son,a brother,a husband,an employee and will hav the pleasure to live what I am, I want to purchase something for me except drink and ciggretes,want to see me infront of mirror the whole day what I was and what I am.

I want to go out for shopping,to eat some food in a restaurant,to take a deep breath,to

Yes! I will live my life once.Strong Rope of Hope....