10 February 1995
The fateful day when I lost the sky from over my head. And I was too young to understand the consequences of this loss. Over the years, time has made me realize the intensity of this loss. But time has also cooked me, in his absence, to be like him. I am still in the process and myriad things yet need to be imbibed for me to be like him.
It’s been over 17 years now that my father is not with us. But I still remember playing cricket with him in the front yard as a kid. He bought me the whole cricket set and he used to play with me. He taught me Sanskrit, Bhagvad geeta, singing (though it’s hereditary) and showered huge love on me. I have some traits and mentality, which mom says I have picked from him.
A silver lining (optimistically and positively) amongst all this gloomy past is my mother has been the best father a woman could be. In fact a tad bit better. So I would say I had 2 layers of sky above me. Even though I lost one layer, the other layer has been tough like 2 layered sky since then.
1 February 2010
The day I started the journey towards having a sweet and awesome friend. It was January 2010 when I asked her what’s her birth date. At first she refused to tell me anything about it. After conversing for some time, she reluctantly agreed to let me know her birth month – February. I still tried to prod the path and know the birth date, and she was like “You will come to know”.
I even tried to threaten her by saying “If you don’t tell me the birth date, I will wish you for the whole month (on Twitter)”. She didn’t fall for this either and instead was very happy at the prospect of getting wished for the whole month.😛
On the 7th day of February, she told me it’s her birthday and I can stop wishing her (as I now know the date) if I want. I kept my word and wished her for the whole month anyway🙂
She then went on to became my very good friend and the saga of friendship grew stronger.
Another thing about February is “Valentines Day” – the month when cupid injects the love potion into the some and increases their bodily temperature. Sadly whatever bodily temperature increase has happened with me was self injected. Cupid couldn’t find me up until now to inject his magic potion. Sad but true. Hope in the coming Februaries cupid find me😛
Marathi is my mother tongue and I am very much proud of it. Now you will ask me what’s special in 21st February? And why I should be proud of my mother tongue. Well, UNESCO on 17th December 1999 declared that 21 February be “International Mother Language Day“.
February is thus a sour and sweet month for me…
Written for Month Of The Year Writing Challenge – Season 03