You know folks I went to see my ailing father...he is 85 and got operated.He is having dementia also. But still when i went to see him in the hospital he recognized me and asked about my well being. He was refusing to hve any intake it seems. I started feeding him, he gradually atsrted taking. when he refused I forcibly fed him scolding like a mother. In the meantime my memory went down the line. I still remember when i was not willing to have dinner as a small child, he used to ask my mother to prepare special delicacies that i myself will sit infront of my dinner plate! Now the tables are turned! I am gently scolding and feeding my father. He told me 'Thank you Geeta how much you are doing..?' But I asked my self 'did I thank pappa for what all he has given me..?'My eyes welled with tears.In those teary eyes i saw a frail,weak and fragile body of my father. 'Thank you appa from the bottom of my heart.'
By Geeta Rao
