There are those wispy winter evenings or sultry summer evenings in our wide courtyard ; my brother and I used to wait eagerly for Deuta (Dad) to come back from work and bring something for us to eat. Piping hot samosas to aromatic dry fruit ladoos from the local joints. After years of moving to the USA, when I visit my parents, Deuta eagerly waits at the airport with the happiness of meeting me in teary eyes, looking at my face steadily and lovingly. Over the past 18 years, I often spoke to him, but I never had the urge to wish him a Happy Father's Day. Probably in our generation, growing up in India, celebrating Father's Day was not the norm; however, my two children here in the USA celebrate Father's Day with great zeal alongside their wonderful dad. Deuta was always there in my failure, in my success, in my happiness, and in my sadness. It has been almost six months since losing him, and life has suddenly...