My earliest childhood memory

My earliest childhood memory has to be of who else…but my parents and my father…! 🙂 If I do a blogging challenge for an entire month and if I don’t talk about my father in any of the posts, it is absolutely incomplete…

For anybody who doesn’t know, my father passed away in 2020 after a tough battle with Parkinsons disease. It was the mostly painful thing for us to watch him deteriorate in front of our eyes for the last 6 years of his life.

My father was the person who shaped, groomed and molded me. My earliest childhood memory of my father definitely has to be with him sitting between us and helping us to eat non-vegetarian food. My mother was a pure, pure vegetarian and we had never had non-vegetarian food in our life. He used to teach us to eat non-vegetarian food and like it too. After all, we develop the taste of a particular food only when we eat and relish it with somebody else.

He could also make any dry topic to study into a very interesting one. For example, I could never understand the game of Cricket or the concept of Total Internal Reflection in Physics. He taught it so well that I finally understood both Cricket and Total Internal Reflection for life! 🙂

Another funny memory I have of him is him telling my sister to stand on top of the dining table and tell her poetry! 🙂 (ha, ha) We were young and innocent – so we always followed his advice implicitly. She used to tell it with actions, gestures and passion and he used to love it totally! 🙂

Talking in English was a rarity those days and his aim was to make us both daughters talk only in English!! 🙂 He went to the extent of telling my sister not to learn to write or read Tamil at all!! 🙂 This was a result of a common problem those days and today…where we love English and we are in awe of anybody and everybody who spoke in English(Talking and writing in mother tongue is a great thing too :))

He was definitely very, very different from almost all fathers I know(I am sure everybody feels the same way about their fathers, but still… :))

My mother was always looking at my father in awe and happiness as she looked at his parenting skills that were done with utmost love and passion.

I love to slip into such a cocoon of happy and warm childhood memories thinking about my parents and the way they brought us up… as they have passed away in life…

This post is for #BlogchatterA2Z2024!