Unfortunately I don’t have my father’s pictures to share with you all. But I will share some memories and then I will share pictures of a Mothering Father……guess who??? Come on ...go through these lines and you will discover!!

In my childhood, I had a strange habit. I cannot name this habit….whether it was fear….hesitance…or something else… My father was very affectionate but I had never spoken in his presence, and he, on the other hand, was fond of my conversation and eager to listen. He used to ask my siblings to talk with me and he himself stayed behind while I talk to them. But it was rare, that I speak even with others when I knew that he is at home. So you can imagine how he struggled to listening me… This habit remained till my high school and my grandma was the only “means of communication” between me and my father… Now, as I have grown up I can talk with him for hours….

I am here in China pursuing my father’s dream..Yea. It is his desire and wish for me to get higher studies…and I am struggling to achieve this goal with the assistance of another father…whom I call ‘The Mothering Father’, my husband, who is back home with our three years old daughter. He is carrying out motherly as well as fatherly duties to the child. I am writing these lines to attribute his sacrifices and intimacy. .

Here I am sharing some pictures of him and our daughter…

There was no other child of this age who climbed till this point at Great Wall.. It was possible only an father's shoulders..

At Flower Exhibition..

Again it was Papa who could hold in the sea .......Symbolic. Isn't it?

It is always wonderful to go shopping with papa...with Mama's hand bag.. of course..