Father’s Day is around the corner. I love my dad so, so much. I’ve loved him since I was a little girl. He was the patient, kind, loving father I was blessed with. Kudos to my mom for marrying him. My dad is eight years older than my mom. My dad used to get me gifts from his overseas trips. I was never in want of anything. He indulged me with chocolates very often. In my childhood, he gave me a brown teddy bear. It had a string. When you pulled it, it would say 10 sentences out loud. If for any reason I was sad, I would hug that teddy bear and cry into it. He has seen me broken-hearted several times, but he has always been there for me. Sometimes, I have been argumentative and rude with my dad, but he knows how much I regret it.
My dad got the 28th rank in his IIT entrance exams and joined the chemical engineering batch there in 1969. He worked in one company his entire life and then started his own. He has written books on engineering and polymers, etc. He never forced me to follow his footsteps. I used to take it easy in most of the schools I joined, and English was and is my favorite subject.
My dad has led teams of 140 people in his office, and most of them remember him fondly. He has negotiated labour agreements for the company. Although he is rather reserved by nature, some of his former classmates and colleagues still call him. My dad is a Leo and was born on August 1 in pre-independent India. When my dad studies a subject, he does it thoroughly. No half measures or surface-level skimming. When he used to drive me to The World Bank, where I worked briefly, it was quite a long drive. He would fill me in on the events of the day- current affairs from the newspapers. At one point, he read three newspapers every day cover to cover.
He likes James Bond films and books, Agatha Christie, Frederick Forsyth, etc. We used to go for lots of movies in the theater when I was a child. I once told him I wanted to learn French. I was in Class 4. He immediately hired a private tutor. When we returned from Sahaganj, I told him I wanted to join PSBB school. He made sure that happened.
I’m so, so attached to him. Anytime I chat with him, I learn something new. Of late, he has been reading Bengali literature in English and also teaching himself Sanskrit with books and podcasts.
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