It’s going to be three years on September 7, 2025. That was the day Dada passed away, and the last three years have been difficult for me. I haven’t been able to write anything since then, even though I’ve written a few technical articles in the last eight months. Maybe those articles gave me the strength to start writing again.

Yesterday, we bought a new wheelchair for Mom because our old one was rusted. After unpacking it, I used the wheelchair to move around our home, just like my dad used to do. I went everywhere he used to go in his wheelchair. It reminded me how strong he was, doing so many things on his own even after losing a leg

After his leg amputation, Dada used to start his day by waking up and getting into his wheelchair. He would go directly to the bathroom and take care of himself without any help. Then he would come and wake me up for his “Kattan kappi.” Afterward, he would go and sit by the front door to read the newspaper. This was a spot where he could see people go by on the road and have a chat with them.

Whenever we were cooking something, he would come by the kitchen, distract us, take some food, and vanish like a thief in his wheelchair. We had put him on a strict diet, so he was always trying to sneak food.

The wheelchair gave Dada mobility, and He used to go all around the house in his wheelchair. One day, he was sitting in our garden and tried to sneak out in the wheelchair and fell. That made us more careful.

One of my most beautiful memories is when he would come to my room to wake me up while I was sleeping. Sometimes he would even get into my bed, and we would have good talks. (Click here to read a conversation just like the ones we used to have)

Whenever I was travelling, he was the one who missed me more. Mummy used to call me and say he was sleeping in my bed and misses me a lot. But when I came home and asked him about it, he would deny it and say he didn’t miss me.

All these memories flashed in my mind when I was sitting in the wheelchair, and I believe I am now ready to tell my stories through my writing.

I miss you Dadaa !!!