17 February 2011
Today is their fifty-first wedding anniversary. I called him up in the morning, he was in a bright and chirpy mood, when I greeted him on his anniversary he was surprised. ‘I don’t know,’ he murmured.
‘Yes, Dadoo, but I know,’ I said.
‘If it is my wedding anniversary then you should be here,’ he said cheekily. ‘What use is this day if my children are not with me?’ he added laughingly. I didn’t know what to say. In a way he was right, we should be there but then …
When Dadoo laughs there can be no joy bigger than watching him. I love my Dadoo’s laughter because there is more to this. It is not just a simple, casual laugh. It is a deep throaty laugh, full of the bounty of life. Now with time it is disappearing. It is very rarely that he laughs like this. I wonder sometimes in my sad moments if he will also forget to laugh, like he is forgetting everything else.