Memories that keep us moving

Greetings to all Hiveans. This being my first post in #memoirmonday. Its really interesting to bring back memories, through these articles. Thanks to the initiative taken by @ericvancewalton , where we get a chance to remember our childhood every week.

Though I came across all the previous articles under #memoirmonday, I was more keen in reading others article ,rather than writing one by myself. Bur for this weeks question given below, I would like to be one among you.

What is one of your favorite memories of your father?

As memories I have a lot, in other words, I grew up with memories but will highlight few of them.

I am standing right infront of my house (the defence quarters) which I visited after twenty years and where I spent my entire childhood with my parents and siblings. This was taken two years back on my journey to my childhood town in South India.

My father's snap captured without his knowledge

I remember my father as a very strict , but too caring, a person. He was a military personnel, which meant he tried to impose rules even at home. But it never meant, don't do that or don't do this. But what ever we does, should be perfect, even as a child.

He was the one who taught us how to read and how to write. His teaching was more than the subject. While teaching, he used to teach us life's lessons as examples. To be honest, later this has proved to be beneficial, in all walks of our lives.

He was too perfect, that he used to find fault in whatever we do. And we used to grumble from within. Myself and my two siblings. I was the second among the three of us. One of his rule was - do not keep your work for tommorow, do it today itself. Today when looking back after thirty years, I could proudly see the importance of his words in my own perfection.

He was too strict, but over caring. Once I remember, may be 30 years before, when I was a university student, I was stuck in the city due to heavy downpour of incessant rain. The university was miles away from my sweet home. To make the matters worse the buses stopped commuting. And no mobile phones, during those years, to pass on the message.

Finally when the rain subsided, it was almost night. I managed to reach the bus station almost 8 km away from my home. There, I saw my father half drenched, under an umbrella waiting for me. On seeing me, his tensed face lightened up and gently caressed me and said let's go "your mom is worried".

We belonged to a conservative family where, girls are not given the freedom to be educated or travel much. My father broke those rules and gave me and my sister this freedom, but kept a time limit. This was one of the reason we became independent to do our things, with the suppprt of my father.

Initially he used to communicate less in the earlier years, but now that we are married and staying away from home for years, makes him sad. This is visible when we visit home once a while. He has a lot to talk and on the day of departure he becomes gloomy.

The result of his present hardwork -turmeric and ginger

In my lifetime, I have never seen him sitting idle. Now that he is retired, he took to gardening and harvesting of turmeric, ginger and blackpeppers besides plantation of Banana and pineapple.

As children we learned a lot from him which is one of the reason, for us to overcome any problem with a solution. A big salute to my father, for making me what I am today. Hope you enjoyed the read

The photos captured are my own from my Samsung Galaxy A50. Thankyou for your valuable time.