With Dad, in Mumbai (2015)
How does it feel to remember someone and smile? To reminisce about something/incident/words/phrases that relates to someone, and to find joy and laughter from it. There is always something funny about my Dad.
Dad used to tell us ‘if people laugh at you, join them and laugh more’. Those who ‘laugh at you’ would probably doubt themselves in astonishment, if you laugh at yourself. Some fortunate ones will ‘laugh along’ with you. He was made of life, joy and laughter. He loved Life, living in itself, and found Joy and Laughter in little things.
It is funny (or not) that Life is meant to Live, Laugh and find Joy in the little details that we miss when its gone. Miss you Dad (who lives in the hearts of many). Until we meet 💚