Father – Asha Seth

Close to Lost – A Memoir

The light’s a dim yellow. Just the way you liked. I leave it that way. Each night. For seven hundred and thirty one nights. Exactly two years. I stare at the ceiling, and then some at the walls. They stare back. Blank. They’re lost too. At times, they move. The window panes on the ceiling,…

Day 662: When Dad Left for his Maker

By: Asha Seth June 17, 2020January 8, 2021

MemoirsDeath, Family, Father, life, Loss, memories, miss you, missing dad, Pain2 Comments

There is this song that makes me miss you so much. The song I speak of is Alone by Alan Walker. I do not know who’s the singer. But something is different about the music. It takes me to a place I so want to be. And I know that place is nowhere. Because no…

Day 500: When Dad Left for his Maker

By: Asha Seth December 12, 2019January 8, 2021

Memoirsbadbookthief, bloggers, Death, Death Anniversary, Dogs, Father, indian bloggers, indian book blogs, life, top indian blogs, vloggers, wordpress indian blogs2 Comments

The other day, a dog by the street side kept staring at me. First, I thought he was hungry. So I fed him. But even then he had that look about him; a quizzical, strange look. I couldn’t name it. Was he trying to say something? I had read somewhere that your departed communicate with…

Day 365: When Dad Left for his Maker

By: Asha Seth July 24, 2019January 8, 2021

MemoirsDeath Anniversary, Family, Father, July, life, love, memories, Mother26 Comments

Dear papa, You’re gone a year today and you’ll want to know this. I don’t cry today. I don’t look back. I don’t ponder over the ifs and whys? I don’t think it matters. I don’t curse anyone. Nor do I regret life. But let me tell you this, I also feel I don’t have…

Day 282: When Dad Left for his Maker

By: Asha Seth May 3, 2019January 8, 2021

Memoirsdaughter, Death, Family, Father, Grief, life, love, memories, Pain, Papa, Ramblings, Writing8 Comments

Imagining life without someone, when have we ever given that a thought? I was the same. But with you gone, life has taken an unexpected turn. I am now looking at things, I never gave a thought. I am reminiscing over events, that once craved my attention. I am lusting for certain aches, that once…

Rebury this Soul…

walking down familiar lanes never realised they had changed withered, eroded muddied, faded trees lining street-ends had grown dustier leaves rattled by storms had grown mustier walking down familiar lanes never realized how I had changed never stopped to care even when omens lay bare as the last grains of the hour glass called for…

The Hate I Harbored

By: Asha Seth February 6, 2019March 17, 2021

Tender TidingsBlogging, Family, Father, happiness, memories, musings, Regrets, Writers, Writing2 Comments

Time wasn’t on our side. Today, when it is too late, I convince myself thus. Maybe I wasn’t the right age to understand. Maybe you were too harsh that I suffered in vain. Maybe I comprehended you wrong. Maybe you misunderstood me much. I believed you knew what you were doing. Unleashing a world of…

The Blind Date – A Short Story

“That’s enough! I quit,” and I stormed out of my manager’s office. I was done taking blames for things I’d never done, or rather for what others had done. “Don’t take shit, ever,” dad had always said. Once again, more than anything, it was father’s perpetual absence that nipped me at every point in life.…

Day 170: When Dad Left for his Maker

By: Asha Seth January 11, 2019January 8, 2021

Memoirs2018, Blogging, Death, Family, Father, Grief, life, memories, Ramblings, Sad, Writing13 Comments

There are nights I wake up in a haze. My eyes travel to your rocking chair at the end of the room. Is it truly rocking or is it my mind playing tricks? It is difficult to say in the dark of the night. I stare hard and long as if staring longer would make…

Day 100: When Dad Left for his Maker

By: Asha Seth November 3, 2018January 8, 2021

MemoirsAfterlife, Death, Family, Father, God, Heaven, Hell, life, memories, musings, Parents12 Comments

Dear papa, This heart’s broken into pieces, forever; there’s no denying that now. It bleeds barrels. I can’t seem to be able to put it together. No matter how hard I try, it crumbles like a castle, into a thousand tiny grains of sand at the slightest memory of you. There’s an ache that threatens…

Forlorn but not Forgotten

Getting back after you’ve fallen down is easy. Getting back trying to live after life’s mercilessly clobbered you in the back, is a different deal altogether. One can’t begin to live just like they did. You realise you can’t so readily trust, not even life. Taking dad away from me was worse than betrayal. I…