Dad

We spent countless times together watching this unfold. We were seated closely in awe with its beauty. You answered even my nonsense questions and everything that pops in my mind without fail.

Now here I am still in awe with its beauty as I watched it breaking. Feeling your presence only my mind. I miss you, your smell, your heavy breathing, your smiles, your fingers touching my nose.

Are you still watching every breaking of dawn up there? Oh sure, you still. Maybe you’re still touching my nose every time I sigh, or laugh or sneeze.

Happy birthday, papa,

You miss me don’t you?

Coz I do miss you a lot.

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