"Can I have a cup of tea please?" said Amritlal seating on his chair on a pleasant Monday evening.
"How many cups are due for today?" said a loud voice from the kitchen. It was Sarda, Amritlal's wife.
"This is the last one :)" said Amritlal.
Sarda appeared with a cup of tea in few minutes with a smile on her face as she handed over the cup to him and went back to the kitchen.
Just when Amritlal was about to have the tea, the phone started ringing.
"Hello?"
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU, HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR PAPA HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU."
It was his daughter, Reema, who called to wish him on his 65th birthday.
After the call Amritlal got settled back with his tea and got lost in the thoughts of past.
How the time had flown away....it looked like it was just yesterday when he got married to Sarda, and started the journey called life. Initially the life was struggle as Amritlal was the only earning member of the big family including 4 sisters. But they managed things quite well.
They got blessed with three children, Reema, Roshan and Vivek. All three have settled down in their respective fields quite well and moved out of the home town. Reema after marriage and Roshan & Vivek due to their jobs.
Amritlal and Sarda was spending reteired life in the home town now.
Every year Amritlal's birthday was celebrated like a festival by his kids. But this year was different. He and his wife were alone as all the kids were busy with their work and none of them had turned up.
And it was hurting Amritlal. While it was understandable they were unable to turn up for the day, but none his son even bothered to wish him.
He was just about to cry when...
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"HAPPY BIRTHDAY DAD"
It was roshan and vivek standing at the door with big smiles and a bunch of flowers.
This story is dedicated to all the fathers, the first and the real hero of every child's life. "My dad my Hero......"
