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At the peak, globe down to my vain, glide in the gigantic sky, breathing in alfresco, strolling with the providential breeze. That breeze which braces my vain to soar the sky-high whenever very close to “GIVE UP”. That breeze made me delighted that your destination is so near to you. On the spur of the moment, that breeze blew and just slit my wings!

From the height of the sky, it threw me to the ground. With defilement body and phantasmic soul, impotent on the ground, wondering what “A blink of eye drove me from the world of fantasy towards the world of ecstasy”. This happens to me when I lost my father.

I ever think that a father is just like a breeze to a daughter who just blows to ever lift her up when she is near to give up. He wanted to see globe down to his daughter’s van. He is one who just clasps our finger and makes us able to walk in the ups and downs of life. Always supported us as a backbone. He just boosts up for best by cuddling us on our little achievement (even first time calling him papa). And his absence shreds my soul.

When I heard these words, “He is no more”. These words..! These words just threw me down to the ground from the peak of altitude. Sitting beside him, watching him with eyes, with lost senses. Finding myself vulnerable in abandon. I ought to deny these words, wanted to bawl but my frozen body and my voice didn’t succor me.

His closed eyes with the firmed cold body dispatched my soul. I was just feeling the terror of these words reality. And ought to cry raucously that Lord became generous, and let him back to me. Just for consoling to myself, I was touching him with my shivering hands and tearing eyes frantically I beg to him to open his eyes and cuddle me once I am drowning!

But every call was dissipated. At that time I perceived the state of ecstasy very closely. This was the drive from the world of fantasy towards the world of ecstasy. Three years passed away but that flying bird even not able to stand up on her feet, still waiting to clasp that finger again! But it is not that she gives up! She is trying to soar the sky-high and reached to paradise just to meet you there.

Whenever your daughter close to giving up she just saw your cracked shoes which remember her your slog to direct her at the peak and this makes her strong again to never give up.