Well before I say what I wish to through this post, let me tell you the reason that got me started. During a research I happened to see this amusing yet meaningful ad campaign. It spelt, among other things, parental love, the pain (in literal sense), and the excitement that parenthood involves. Have a look at the advertisement.

I am sure most of you would agree when I say that we do not need any special day to express our love for our mothers. Loving is a continual process or rather, a way of living. I don’t wish to sound pedantic but for each one of us, they are our first teachers…the academy shifting from their lap to their knees. I think a mother’s love is the fuel that enables a normal human being to do the impossible. Please let me extend it our fathers too. Our parents lay the building blocks of the kind of human being we grow up to be. Not anyone but our parents are the most affected by our success and failures…yes, even more than ourselves.
I remember that once after a long and hectic day at work, I was relieved to find a vacant seat in the local bus. My eyes rested on a father-daughter duo. They were seemingly new to the city.

This person pointed the India Gate to his darling daughter but his eyes were admiring the smile the lit up his daughter’s face. Not even once he spared another look to the monumental document of our modern history. For him, the excitement and happiness on the angelic face of his daughter meant the world. A silent prayer from my heart went to God to bless them. On each day of our lives, our parents make deposits in our memory banks. We owe them…our lives, our being, our smile, our beliefs,…everything. Can never thank God enough. Can we?