A father's love is eternal and without end.

That is **love**,when the last 20 rupees in my **father's** pocket would be handed to me in the morning and he would say, I will not go to school all day without eating. That is true **love**, when i would come home after school my younger sister would fetch water from tube-well for bathing. Hey, **love** is that. During Christmas, when the younger brothers and sisters used to buy Christmas shopping, i used to say, i will buy it after finishing my studies and get a job. Don't worry, 'I will buy clothes for you as soon as I get paid'!

He suffers all day when a rickshaw puller **father** buys a medium-sized loaf of bread and goes home and says,'I got it very cheap, so I bought it'. And when her children say, 'What was the point of wasting money'? That's where full **love** comes after my eyes. I find different meanings of love. To you, **love** means just a warm kiss from a lover, you see **love** in a teenager's flowing hair, two pink cheeks like freshly blossomed roses.

And i find **love** in my sweat-soaked clothes when **father** comes home after working hard all day. Your **love** is full of adulteration, the **love** i have seen is pure.