I tried to scribble a lot of things about Daddy, I started three articles, actually. But I haven't ended any. Perhaps, because in the middle of every piece, I'm starting to lose my heart as the writer inside me sets in. I'm more of a human being than a writer. I know, my heart is far more bigger than my brain that's why in everything I do, I give not just my best efforts, but all my heart because I believe that in order to have a job well done, you must not just satisfy others but satisfy yourself, as well. I'll never be satisfied with something I didn't put my heart into. My words will remain as words, my sentences may be complete but it will surely not convey a message. My composition will be meaningless. Perhaps, that's why I became an Editor-in-Chief, albeit I don't consider myself the best writer, even a good one, to that extent, I have the heart for writing what I know and giving my best without asking for any compensation.

I can never complete an article for Daddy, that, I'm very sure of just now. Not because I can never give my heart to any write up I do for him, it's just that... it isn't enough. Even words aren't enough to explain the pain. Even our eyes can't hide it.

Amidst everything, speaking to him in my mind is better than writing things about him. I know he's just here. I can feel him. Maybe in time, I'll be able to write something for him, after the pain has gone astray should my heart and skills alone will suffice.

I'll be missing you, Daddy more than I miss you now.