My Dear father..அன்புள்ள அப்பா….
My Dear father.. This socio economic exploitative structure that makes our soul as lifeless has scattered us in different directions .your life ,my life, my mother, my siblings we have been put under different directions as scattered lifeless souls.. The village which is plush and greenish provided lively life to our family. Now we languish over depriving of our life in village. If one leaves home for the welfare of family then the pain of separation can be overshadowed by happiness of realizing that separation is for the (welfare of) family. But (oh my) father we didn’t separate like that. For us, over a period of time different reasons emerged separating us. When my mother said you left home six months after my birth to work in a far away scorching desert land Saudi I remember the flames of desert sand scorched my heart on hearing it. That flame of pain still lingers in my mind father. (I remember)When you get time to relax from straining work hours, you call us over p...