DAD WAS RIGHT

He has never once read an instruction manual, and yet the almirah stands. He can fix anything with cello tape, a butter knife and confidence. He drove us to every tuition, waited outside every exam hall with a Frooti, and pretended not to cry at every farewell. He still switches off the fan in rooms we are sitting in. His jokes are terrible. His heart is enormous. The editorial board would not change a thing. Except the jokes.