When we moved into this house in March of last year, we discovered a blooming meyer lemon tree in the backyard. Without so much as a wave hello to the tree, it produced ripe fruit nearly 8 months of the year, starting as soon as we moved in. An impressive “welcome to the neighborhood” treat. This year, California produce seem to have gotten a bit confused. Maybe it was payback for my social neglect, but more likely the tree’s growth stunted from the lack of water this season.
Today something really nice happened after a long time. My first thoughts were those of my dad, my baba. My dad was enormously invested in every aspect of my upbringing, be it helping me put together projects, staying up nights with me before exams or getting the best of the sweets and pastries in town to celebrate my success. In fact, when I go back home I still find my report cards (1st to 10th), all merit certificates neatly stacked in a file till today. It’s just that he is not around. The immensity of emotions, feelings and love that I feel he would have felt had he been here today is something I cannot put down in words. My dad passed away 13 years back but I almost feel like I am in school and I have done really well in a test and waiting for baba to get home in the evening and acknowledge my success. I miss him. My eyes swell up with tears as I write this but I know for sure he is around!!!