I have travelled all night from Paris to London to Mumbai in his thoughts and words and deeds. This morning.. a small prayer for him. I sat in his room. Read the Ramayan and the Gita as he would and did every morning. Touched his face on the photograph as I do every day to seek his blessings. Stood a while there as I did that night. Reminisced that last quiver as he left us and walked away into the day.

Someone celebrates a birthday today, some an anniversary, others a wedding. Later in the evening we attend one. The unstoppable wheel of time moves on, as does our life…

मिटटी का तन

मस्ती का मन

क्षण भर जीवन मेरा परिचय …

I remember you Dad.. and you remain with me every moment..

Amitabh Bachchan