As I am waiting for my train after talking to a dear friend, who’s father just expired, I am clouded by this thought of … What will happen when I lose my Appa?

Who’s going to guide me? Who’s going to scold me? Who’s going to walk me? Who’s going to admonish me? Who’s going to fly me? Who’s going to love me?

But sooner or later, it is the reality we have to face.

Our parents, our Amma, Our Appa are going to die. They are going to go far far away. They are going to become, as they say, the stars, the Northern star more like.

One day, when we return home, they are not going to open the door. Open their hearts wide open for us.

There will be someone else to do that of course, but if you listen closely you will hear the absence of their presence, and presence of their subtle silence.

If you have got someone anyone today, who metaphorically opens the door, tell them you care for them. Hug them and tell them you love them.

Give your parents a big tight hug and let them know how much you love them, no matter what.

Let us pledge to make our parents to feel more special. More liked. More respected. More loved.

Yours Only, Dinesh Raja.