Happy Father's Day

For the man who
walked every road first.

A small page for someone who's given me everything — made with love, just for you.

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Moments We Made

A few of the thousand little things I still carry with me.

Bicycle memory

The summer you ran behind my bicycle, still holding the seat long after you'd already let go.

Piggyback ride memory

Piggyback rides home when my legs gave up halfway, and you never once complained about the extra weight.

Riverbank memory

Sitting quietly on the riverbank, two lines in the water, saying nothing and meaning everything.

Bedtime story memory

Bedtime stories you read twice because I always asked for "one more page," and you always gave it.

Dear Baba,

I don't think I've ever really told you this properly — so I'm writing it down instead. Every road you walked, every early morning you woke up for us, every quiet sacrifice you never made a big deal of — I noticed. I'm who I am today because you showed up, again and again, without ever asking for thanks. So today, just for once, let me be the one delivering something to you.

— Your son

To Baba

My first hero

Happy Father's Day, Baba.

made with love — KOLKODE