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  • Hi Dad,


    You've been long gone, for over 30 years now but there are times when I still call out to you and Mom.

    You weren't the best of Dads but you weren't that bad either - inspite of everything.

    In fact you were talented: You sketched and painted well and you were a pretty good musician. You could play the violin, the trumpet and the drums. You were an ace at telling jokes and a terrific mimic.

    But you also loved the bottle and in the end that was your downfall. You would cry for us when Mummy took us away and didn't let us see you or visit you but you still couldn't give up taking a swig again and again and again.

    I remember in Bahrain, you would always say that you were going to buy bread but you would end up going to the club for a round of drinks. You would come back hours later, and sometimes without the bread.

    You had so much talent. what a pity it was all washed away with the whiskey.

    I remember how you could just glance at the music manuscripts and start whistling the tune. Once you were practicing the trumpet and I looked at the song title and said 'Hey, that's a Beatles number,' and you muttered, 'No wonder I can't get it.' You never understood what we saw in the Beatles. You wondered why they kept 'screaming' and whether they were boys or girls. Daddy you should hear the songs they play today. There's hard rock, metal, gangster rap and lots of other stuff that passes off as music. The Beatles sound so tame compared to the singers and music that is available nowadays.

    I don't know whether I ever told you I love you Dad. Happy Fathers' Day Daddy. I hope someday we'll meet under better circumstances.

    And yes, I love you Daddy.
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