Parents is everything to us

"Baby, I don't need anything. I have everything. You would rather buy a new dress for yourself with the money." The man who can say such things with a smile even in old age is no one else.

The man who walks around the shop to buy the new clothes of your choice wearing torn clothes without any hesitation, the man who returns home at night after extra work is no one else. That man is 'Baba'.

The man who puts bone-broken hard work all day, soaked in sweat, burnt in the sun, soaked in the rain, puts food in your mouth is the 'father'. 'Father'.

The man who wipes his tears on the other side of the sleeve of his shirt and tries desperately day after day to fulfill all your whims with a smile on his face is no one else but 'Baba'.

But when we grow up, when we are established, we forget this man named Baba, we deny all his sacrifices, bitterness, affection, compassion, love and sometimes even his identity. We are even ashamed to take this man in front of someone in civil society.

But in childhood we first learn to walk by walking with the fingers of this man. In childhood we learn to move forward by climbing on the shoulders of this man, we learn to keep our head high.

In old age, it is as if the father is no longer the father, it becomes everyone's burden. The man who says, "Don't worry, I'm here," seems to be the cause of all our worries.

The man who clung to his ribs tightly with both hands as a child becomes useless like an old and broken thing. We leave him in the corner of the house with negligence and disrespect.

When I tried to say something, I said, "Shut up. You don't understand." But this man answered thousands of questions in his childhood, but he never got tired. Far from the pocket money, we had to pay twenty / fifty rupees to buy medicine. It's over.

But this man once went to work on foot, without eating lunch or calculating the market of the world, provided us with money out of pocket, fulfilled all our desires.

When we grow up, we never look for the likes and dislikes of this man, never look for the good and the bad, never look for what he wants, never even put his hand on his father's forehead and ask, "Dad, how are you today?"

Sitting next to a sick father, I never say with confidence, "Dad, don't worry, I'm here. "Dad, what do you want?" To speak in love is to bind our conscience. We are afraid if the father really wants something!

There are many bad men in the world, but there is not a single bad father. A father is like the old finger of every human life. Without him, the four fingers of the hand have no value. Without the old finger, we can't do anything with the other four fingers.

No father means no hand of trust on the head, no umbrella on the head in the rain, no shadow on the head in the hot sun. There is no one to stand by in danger, no strong hand to pull when stumbling. There is no half the world.

And these feelings can be felt especially when the man named Baba is no longer with us. In fact, after losing, we learn to look for people, we learn to understand people.

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