I glanced at his photo, pinned up on the cork board in my room. In the midst of all the other memories, there he stood with his silly grin. I smiled to myself knowing that i've got his smile. He's generally been a happy person (except when he's in his scary moods), filled with so much zest for life. He ate good food, spent time with his loved ones & enjoyed the simple life. He lived the life.

& me? I'm alive & merely existing, barely living. I've turned into a being with no direction. You've always been my guiding light, my compass.

I get by my days with a heavy heart. & when you enter my thoughts, I die a little more inside. I just hope you're doing much better than me, Baba. I'm definitely not doing well.