My father, who loved dreaming

He was my father...My idol, my friend and philosopher. It was him whom I owe everything. He was a poet, a scholar, a creative and imaginative person, who could change the words in magic and tune them with melody of nature. He was my first love and last fascination. I remember saying once to my mother if I could ever find a guy like Papa. She had simply smiled and said-"you need not search for another. He is here to love you as father."