tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-541988681105767002.post3699507842978843708..comments2024-03-28T13:25:12.398+05:30Comments on My Travels, My Life: Spaces that are empty of youBalachandran Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10174364716507089780noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-541988681105767002.post-48530355822048876932019-06-05T21:03:49.894+05:302019-06-05T21:03:49.894+05:30A father truly never leaves us. My father passed a...A father truly never leaves us. My father passed away on the last night of June in 1996. I was in Manipal, having to get driven to Mangalore to catch a train to Palakkad. It is a numbing feeling but eventually we learn to get over and move on. Now, as you say, I feel his presence somewhere around me. Father never go away, they become your guardian angels. Woodcrawlerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06761179600016679360noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-541988681105767002.post-55992469818386048862019-06-05T16:07:59.503+05:302019-06-05T16:07:59.503+05:30No words. Only admiration for you and fascination ...No words. Only admiration for you and fascination for life.Vivek Chandranhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08624961338474867578noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-541988681105767002.post-11252114252350221092008-11-23T11:07:00.000+05:302008-11-23T11:07:00.000+05:30Beautiful. The images are throbbing live... Your f...Beautiful. The images are throbbing live... Your father flicking tobacco flakes from his lips, the bone-shaking jeep drive along the forest tracts, all the things you had shared in 13 years, everything you had missed, the bond the full intensity of which you know probably only now... Your father looks exactly like you in this poem.P. Venugopalhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12145838046697625836noreply@blogger.com