06/21/2026
My father did not shower me with worldly possessions.
He gifted me a diary, a pen, and a way of seeing the world.
One day, he gifted me a diary and a fancy pen. I started writing and never looked back.
Not only that, my dad had a deep understanding of Gurbani. He translated many verses for us and helped us understand their meaning. I developed my love for poetry from listening to him sing Shabads, especially “Mittar Pyare Nu Haal Muridaan Da Kehna” written by Guru Gobind Singh Ji.
Whenever he sang these Shabads, he would also explain the context in which they were written. The sakhis and stories he shared were so vivid and comprehensive that even today, I can still see those images of Guru Sahib Ji and those moments in my mind.
Those were not merely stories.
They were gifts of rich literature, subtle character building, and timeless wisdom that Dad gently planted in our young minds.
The gift of your time, your wisdom, and your meaningful conversations shaped my mind in ways I did not fully understand at the time. Looking back, I can see how they nurtured the literary skills that became such an important part of who I am.
As a child, I always had countless questions. One question would lead to another, and then another. You patiently answered them all, one at a time.
Today, I have a daughter who does the same.
She asks questions endlessly, and I often find myself wondering how you managed mine with such patience and grace. I am not even one percent of the patience and wisdom you carried so naturally.
Thank you, Dad, for giving all that you had despite the challenges life placed before you.
The older I get, the more I realize that some of the greatest gifts a parent can give are not wealth or possessions, but their time, their values, their wisdom, and the way they teach a child to think.
You gave me all of those gifts, and I carry them with me every day.
Happy Father’s Day, Dad🤗💞