Contest : Father
Sponsored by : Silent One
Date : May 31, 2026
The filaments of verbal expression of my father’s feelings permanently persisted inarticulate between us, accrued from considerate concern my father cultivated throughout my growing years distraught in disarray. He never said aloud what he thought, but just his look spreading on me like the touch of his caring hands assured me his silence was not mere negligence, but a language of inherent interest in my future. With passing years I learned to understand his silence when in the eloquent stillness of his earnest eyes I saw his demolished dreams quietly revive to carve a garden path for me he couldn’t walk. Hope was a beacon he always kept flashing for me, ensuring to light up the course of my life in dark times. Reassured, I took the journey to reach where I’m today. Seeing what I’ve achieved I hope he’d be happy in heaven. Being a father now I realize the essence of fatherly aspiration is to become happily obsolete at the edge of time when the son doesn’t need his protection any more. The father’s silence then turns into profound peace. As I walk the last mile, down the memory lane I see across the sands of time fading in the twilight zone his fossil footprints sculpted beside mine. I yearn to hold his invisible hand to take me where he is now.
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