Fond memories

My first bike ride was when I was all of 3.Dad in his black leather jacket and me in my white frilly frock sitting in front pretending like I was riding the bike. I also remember the time when we sneaked out of the house at 2 am to go eat Ice cream while mom & ani slept.Not to forget his reaction of utter disbelief when he saw that I had colored my hair with red streaks which mind you he noticed only after 3 months :)

The funniest was ofcourse the time when I got ‘advice’ on how I should get married to a ‘nice boy’ when the ‘right time’ comes as I was stepping into college. None of that ever happened of course :).Though looking back at that conversation one of things that stayed with me was how he said that he & mom will be with me in any decision of mine. And he truly was always there standing behind like a rock.

I will miss him here with me now cos I know that he is walking the sands of time in a different realm. The good thing is that I just have to close my eyes and go back to being 3 sitting on that bike having the world at my feet :)