My Dad, My Legend
There are some people who live life a little louder than the rest. My dad was one of them. The man who couldn’t resist blasting his music – the louder, the better. The one who laughed until he couldn’t breathe, even at the silliest Bollywood jokes.
He was the night owl who somehow still managed to wake up early. And when the rest of the world was asleep, he’d be in the kitchen, sneaking snacks – not because he was hungry, but because that’s when life felt the most fun. Midnight snacks were his little secret joy.
My dad was the kind of person who could drive for 36 hours straight without blinking an eye. He’d take us on road trips just to show us new places, and every time we passed something interesting, he’d tell us all about it with the excitement of someone sharing his favorite story. He loved the open road and the world it unfolded before us.
But more than anything, he loved us. His life was about one thing – making sure his kids and wife were happy. He was our everything. He’d join us on shopping trips with a smile, not because he loved shopping, but because we loved it. He was the ultimate shopping buddy, patiently walking beside us through endless aisles.
For some, one person might not be their whole world, but for me, my dad is. He’s the centre of everything for me. My life, my achievements, all that I am – it’s a gift from him, dedicated to him.
Today and every day, I celebrate him. He’s my god before he’s my father.
Happy Birthday, Papa! You are, and always will be, my legend.
