It was fine chill morning. I thought of going to my home town, as my brother came from the village. We started to get ourselves ready for the journey. When the journey started i feel as if i wont meet my father back and that time i really felt something which i cant even decribe.
I was sad as well as happy. My emotions were mixed. I didnt knew what to do. Whether to return back or to countinue. I countinued my journey towards my village.
When i reached down there i helped my grandparents and did some useful works. My mother also came after me. We used to call father sometimes and meet in phone thought not able to meet in real. One day ..he called and said that he was sick. We didnt knew it was serious and we didnt take it seriously. He always get sick and bed ridden and then he get well. That is why we didnt took it seriously.
So, after four days our uncle who is working in hospital has called us early in the morning saying my father is admitted in hospital. I was shocked, sad, didnt even knew what to do. Only the thing i can do was to cry, cry and cry.
Then ...we started to go back Thimphu. While we were on the way i prayed for him to get well soon.
Soon we reached back to Thimphu and we directly went to hoslital and my father was kept in AICU room. He as if like dead. When i went out of the room i still remembers what he told and all he had done moreover his advices too.
I knew he wont get well but still i had some hope. But my hope was gone in vain. I cried till my eyes pain. Those words which he used to tell us when he was alive runs like a thunder each and every word he told has remained like a scars. I still remeber what he told me.
He is no longer here l my uncle said in a sad tone. That was my biggest lost to my life. I really missed him, i will miss him always ... i missed him alot. I couldn't even utter him one single word. He meant the world to me and now i have only single parent to brought me up.
Still i would try to do my level best to keep my mother happier. May be he would be watching me from the sky.
Though he left me us our heart always searches for him.That day on i was sad didnt even know what to do. As i am not too young to be like a kid. Not too adult to help them. My life without him was miserable.
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Non-FictionLife taught us to live without the one whom we love the most. Once meet have to depart one day and once born have to die and thats part of life. We are imperment, nothing gold can stay. One moment you are happy and the other you are gloomy and cryin...