Very few people know that the much-eulogised greenery and ambient temperatures of this small town are a gift from my father.
I take pride in being born to this humble auto-rickshaw driver who carried seeds with him, and planted some on the roadside, whenever he did not have a passenger to ferry.
When I lost my job, he said the house and a retirement fund he’d built over the years was all mine. I’d a decent fund of my own, but we stayed together after that.
I know his soul will always be there, caring for me.
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A beautiful reflection on a generous life.
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Thank you, Norah!
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A caring man who planted seeds for his community and for his child. Such an uplifting story, Reena.
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Thank you, Charli!
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A father’s love that goes beyond the expected is a gift of true love.
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Absolutely!
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He planted love as well as seeds. Lovely.
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Somehow, the analogy fits well with the theme.
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This piece is so full of love and hope and thankfulness Reena, wonderful writing.
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Thank you, Rebecca!
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So beautiful Reena. A wonderful legacy
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This is about a friend’s father. Thank you, Sadje!
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You’re welcome! She must be so proud of him.
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Yes. He is.
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👍👍👍
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That’s lovely, Reena 🙂 🙂
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Thank you, Jo!
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