I’ve always thought, since I was 10 years old maybe, that there can be no two people who’re as perfect for each other, and with each other, as my parents are. And, I remember wondering if I’ll ever meet someone who I’m that good with. (The fact that I did actually find him is another post-in-waiting.)
But, they’re the most awesome parents anyone can ever have, or want. My memories of childhood are of only being happy. And, I think, so are my brother’s. (Except, in his case, an occasional whack from Mom for not studying.)
They’ve both always been more my friends than anything else. And, they’ve both believed in me – blindly – always. And trusted my decisions. And, most importantly, always, always been there after I screwed up.
Thanks for making all our family traditions – like, Saahil tying me a rakhi as well, like decorating the Christmas Tree together, like dressing up nicely for Diwali, like cracking up during Diwali pooja just so it doesn’t get all serious and stuffy, like making Sunday breakfast with eggs and toast, like singing in the car every time we drove out of town – and so many more.
Thanks for always being my best friend – and knowing me more than I know myself – and, always understanding. Always.
Thanks for reliving everything with me – I know you did.
Thanks for making my shaadi so wonderful.
Thanks for making Saahil and me the people that we are.
Thanks for making our family – the four of us – the completely crazy, madcap, happy family that we are.
Thanks for being my biggest support – always. And for being the one person after talking to whom all my confusions clear just like that.
Thanks for being the best, most fun friend and father in the world.
Thanks for reading to me when I was a baby.
Thanks for making fun of our technologically challenged mother with me. 😀
Thanks for always standing up for me. Always, always.
Thanks for the camel story and carpenter story. 🙂
Thanks for teaching me that there’s the right, honourable, truthful way of doing every thing.
Thanks for making me the person I am.
Thanks for making us feel so sure – Mom, Saahil and me – that we could do anything at all, and you’ll still always stand by us. With us. Even against the world. Always.
Thanks for making my childhood so fun.
Thanks for being the one person who knows the strangest things about me – and knows my mind the way I know his – inside out.
And, a repeat of the testimonial I wrote for you on Orkut – I think that says best what I want to say – which, by the way, reminds me of asking you WHEN you’re going to get around to writing one for me?!
…erm…Cheeseling! …I never thought when we were kids that you’d actually resemble something like a human being eventually – that I’d actually be able to have a conversation with you…ever!
From reading out Biggles to you…and not reading out stories with “metaphors” or literary “illusions”…and definitely NOT reading your favourite author…pretending to be asleep when Mom walked into our room at night, only to have you spoil it all by forgetting to put your head on the pillow…to stealing your money (read: opening a bank account for you)…to have you lending me money now…to dividing even air space on the bed…to understanding your crazy mutant brain…to have you understand me in a way very few people can…to sharing my childhood with you…to becoming the people we both are partly because of each other…
Love you so much!
And, so proud of you – me, Mom and Papa. ” (14/06/2007)
Love you all so much.
Thanks for being the most wonderful family in the world. 🙂