MY TWINFLAME... i call my Dad.๐
Wen i look back...one of my earliest memories is Dad squeezin pomegranates n grapes for me. Strange how a child never realises at that age that such tiny acts will stay with her forever.
Then came d books. More books.N more books. To d extent that I had a mini library of my own while still growing up. If today I disappear into pages, thoughts n words...I know exactly who started it all.Tbh...I was raised so princely by my dad that I genuinely never find words enough for his humble self.
He gave me character.The zeal to fight d odds. The courage to stand against injustice,b it personal or otherwise.The will to keep goin when things seem impossible. If there's any strength in me today, much of it carries his imprint. My cheerleader, my propellin power, my unrelentin spirit...my twin flame indeed. I can write endlessly...wile still fall short. Perhaps that's why I now feel compelled to pen down d countless memories made with my dad...

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