15/06/2025
It's been almost 6 months that I lost him physically...
But you never forget anything about him - his love, his unwavering and unconditional support, his dedication, his principles, the life he lead..
He was our everything - a dad, our strength, our teacher, our idol..
He was not a god person, he believed in public service, he had principles/ethics - which he imbibed in us..
He always went out of his way to help people. We grew up watching him go into the people to treat malaria out breaks in tribal areas, he drove his patients himself who got stabbed to near by towns at nights, watched his patients bring us their first agricultural produces..
Where ever we go, in all the areas he worked no one forgets him - he had nicknames 'malaria doctor'...
Everyone has stories about him - how he helped them, how he taught them, how he supported them, how he saved them. There doesn't go a week by when a patient comes to me and tells me how good doctor he was. It makes me so proud and makes me miss him more and more..
I have only few photos of him from my childhood days. I wish there was more vedio/audio records of him to keep him forever in my memories. What I have are his 'trophies', 'best doctor certificates' and 'his little notebooks' which I cherish..
He would be forever in my memories and in my life as I remember him in my work. He never gave up, he had a zeal to learn more and more and I am proud that I am just like him in my profession - never stopping in learning more and more things, bringing better treatments for my patients, making myself better with time..
I love you dad.. happy father's day..
