As kids, I believe we do not really value our only family - Parents. For us, they are simply two individuals who are supposed to feed us Lactogen in milk and change our nappies and get along with our mid-night tantrums. For us, they do not hold any significance, any emotion or a background. They are just there.
May be it was then when I first realized his importance in my life, when he stood their waving his hand for me. The only person on the road, whose silhouette I could recognize, whose bucket I could relate to. This realization could be one reason why I remember the scene. Or may am just making things up, because when I asked my parents about this, they didn't remember it really. May be it was the first time I learnt relating myself to people in my life.
Few months back, I was admitted and my father had to leave for Bhopal, the usual. The flight wasn't available. As he approached gate, saying me a goodbye, tears rolled down on his cheek. That was the second time I could really relate to him. Probably the only man who didn't want to leave me 'alone' in a five-star hospital with well-trained doctors, a caring mother and a few ready-to-help relatives. Fathers don't change.