Went to a family trip yesterday. It felt good going out after what seemed like ages. One significant moment there was when I cought my father crying. We were sitting beside this lake, sipping coffee. Telling my brother and I, one of Tagore's short story- Kabliwala. He said, growing up, he had been fond of it and this story touched his heart.... Trust me, No one can describe a story better than my father. Most people lack it. Emotions. My father is an emotional person. At the end of the story, his voices cracked. And soon I realized, he is smiling to hide the tears in the corner of his eyes. I melted at the sight. How can I ever not listen to this man? How can I ever complain about our house, my limited freedoms to this man? Whose heart is as clear as a crystal. Who never harmed anyone. Even never thought of harming any one. My father who has his own problems, tackles us, works hard to get us a degree so we can have a future. Also tries his hardest to keep his wife happy, takes ...