Though he was my father but I always treated him as a very close friend of mine. We were together in every thick & thin. We made attempts to win the economic war and won high success. We cried tried and laughed as well.
He used to call me bhai jaan and I called him Abbu yaar...aaahhhhh!!!!
The sad part of our life is that when we have a precious thing we never care but when suddenly loose it we feel like empty from the heart........ and so was our relationship...he was there and was just there when alive... I never realised how important he was for my life. A shoulder to cry on, a friend to share life stories with, and phases I was passing through. Oh Abbu, you went so suddenly then i am still very shocked what happened .
you used to sing the song "Kal Hoon Na Hoon...." i.e. "Who knows may we remain tomorrow or no" and I never took that signal seriously. even on the last day we were together in a meeting and you were discussing the future plans... i still remember our last conversation " i will be sixty in two years and then we will do some thing in a planned fashion..." . Abbu when will you get sixty, i want to see you grow old... I really want to see you start up a flourishing business. i want you to go Dubai to buy Abbayas for our shop... i wont to see you doing so many things which you always wanted to do but could never have done...Kaaashhhhhh.....
i love you abbu and will always will... Allah Apki bakhshish karay Ameen!
He used to call me bhai jaan and I called him Abbu yaar...aaahhhhh!!!!
The sad part of our life is that when we have a precious thing we never care but when suddenly loose it we feel like empty from the heart........ and so was our relationship...he was there and was just there when alive... I never realised how important he was for my life. A shoulder to cry on, a friend to share life stories with, and phases I was passing through. Oh Abbu, you went so suddenly then i am still very shocked what happened .
you used to sing the song "Kal Hoon Na Hoon...." i.e. "Who knows may we remain tomorrow or no" and I never took that signal seriously. even on the last day we were together in a meeting and you were discussing the future plans... i still remember our last conversation " i will be sixty in two years and then we will do some thing in a planned fashion..." . Abbu when will you get sixty, i want to see you grow old... I really want to see you start up a flourishing business. i want you to go Dubai to buy Abbayas for our shop... i wont to see you doing so many things which you always wanted to do but could never have done...Kaaashhhhhh.....
i love you abbu and will always will... Allah Apki bakhshish karay Ameen!