In my memory, the sturdy figure of my father is alive as a man of quiet nature.
In those days, I used to worry that why my parents never shared a bond of love.
Once, my father came tired at night and asked my mother for food. Mother gave him a harsh look and started to complain about his meager income. Her screaming voice frightened me. On that day, I witnessed a great show of my father’s patience.
My father remained silent.
Later, before going to bed, I placed my head on his broad chest. His clothes smelled of hay. I loved that smell.
Embracing me, he smiled and said,
“Son, don’t worry about anything. Just concentrate on your studies.”
It’s been a long time. Today, I was asked to deliver motivational speech and explaining myself to my audience, I said
“No job is inferior. It is…
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