When I was in 10^th class I decided to do something with computers, and this dream started when Papa brought us a computer at home when I was in 8^th class. At that time for our computer with the internet was something like Alien, I and Golu would sit in front of a computer for long as we were curious and scared about how the internet will work? He told us to play games or do anything which we like, then he started us to give his factory office work like creating tender quotation in excel, writing a letter to print in letterhead, making kundle and many other small pieces of stuff.. At first, we were scared to do, but Papa always appreciated and told us “galte hone se daro mat”

And when we did that work, papa will tell “tum long maira office ka aadha kaam ghar se ke kar daite ho” We would feel very happy that we are contributing to the office, and that was our first phase of the dream of doing something related to computers as we felt very proud that we are contributing in papa’s office work.
 Until today I love my job because it is related to computers, I choose it for myself and behind that was papa who gave us many different opportunities to explore our dreams and choose the best out of all whichwe desire

For some, fathers are heroes who provide and protect, while others see their father as the one who has truly guided them, from childhood throughout adulthood. Some feel father as their support for need, some as their friend…

But for us you was our life, we have no friends, no social life and nothing matter for us papa other than you, rare; but if we post anything of any social media its was just to make you feel proud . Everyone of our era has one parallel life along with family life, we too have, but that parallel life was only to show you and to see you proud on us Papa. 

People say they know how you feel. No, they don't. They aren’t you. It was your loss, your relationship. That can make grief a very lonely journey. 

Everything changes. It’s like our life has stopped, that life as we knew it is over. Grief turns OUR world upside down, while others’ lives seem to go on unaffected. That hurts.

Emotions surge up and hijack us at a moment's notice - and at the same time we have this deep, ache in our chest. Maybe we don't feel like ourselves at all. Questions surface. How did this happen? Why? What do I do now?

We’re not the same. Our lives aren’t the same. Our relationships change. People we counted on disappear. People we barely knew, or maybe didn't know at all, step forward as major players in our lives. We think and view things differently now.

Well-meaning people say some unhelpful things. Our grief often triggers their unresolved pain, or perhaps stirs their fears of what might happen to them. They get uncomfortable, and they pull away. And that hurts.

It can crush and shatter it. That means we have to heal. And at some point, we have to rebuild our lives, and live with the loss.
and Grief hurts, because love is real...

My progress every year

But that isn’t possible

Now that you aren’t here

I wanted you to witness

My growth and prosperity

But now that you are away

That isn’t going to be

I wanted you to be a part

Of everything I chose to do

But now that you are gone

I can do nothing but miss you