Its one of those days when you sit down and realise how much your family means to you.. Today my sister who had come down from dubai for Rakhi left again to go to dubai.. Felt very sad.. had fun while she was here.. will miss her..

As soon as she left dad fell sick.. He has fever.. gave him a hug.. and he spoke for about half an hour about all the things he regrets in life.. I just heard him all the while.. My dad was a very ambitious man – still is.. but fate and in many cases luck ran out on him and as per him he didn’t achieve all his dreams..

I heard him silently and wished he would get to fulfill his dreams.. Coz.. there is no better feeling than achieving and there is no worse feeling than regret..

When i wished him goodnight and came back to my room.. I sort of felt helpless.. Wished i couldve helped my dad in anyway.. All i could do was hear him out..

Ive realised the older im getting the more Im valuing my family and what they mean to me.. I used to (and many times still do) argue, ignore and take my family for granted.. But now that sis is in dubai and another sis is married and away from home.. I miss all that chaos that used to be my house with 3 sisters and my parents.. I miss that fish market with everyone shouting at the top of their voice to get each others attention! I miss all the fights, discussions and also the 4 of us climing on top of each other in a big group hug!

Life moves on I guess.. But I wish we could relive few moments.. Moments which make life worth it in the first place..