With him..without him

I remember the last time we sat together was at Faridabad in my sister's flat. Papa was sitting in a chair and I put my head over his shoulder. It was dusk and the sky was growing darker with looming redness of evening. There were birds chirping their evening songs after returning back to their nests on a tress. Though, it was not so peaceful, but there was a silence soothing both of us in the balcony where we sat and looked at the sun.

He told me to publish the poems I had written so far. There were many of his own poems lost among the waste papers in the galleries of life and he did not want the same with my creativity. Papa was keen to see my sis Rashmi and me on the top of world and that too in front of his eyes....Alas I would have done so  and made him proud..!