The blabbermouth that I am, I have mentioned this blog at least 200 million times while talking to Dad. And the smartie that he is, he pretended he did not notice. I realised only yesterday that my father actually reads this blog. Where do I hide now?!?
My Dear Daddy,
If you are reading this, I have to tell you. I get the habit of forming strong opinions from you. The temper too. And the political incorrectness. Please don’t kill me for some of the things you will read here, it is the living proof of our hereditary I-am-angry-and-I-am-going-to-tell-you-why trait that your grandchildren will grow up to read. We’re famous, Dad! ;) My disclaimer to you is always going to read “I can explain everything! I learned all of it from you :D” AND I LOVE YOU!
Lots and lots of love,
P.S.# 1 If I were a Christian, even my epitaph would have read “I can explain everything”.
P.S.# 2 The hills are calling, I will catch you on the other side of Yercaud. I am going this weekend. FINALLY!