Last year this day, my dad had suddenly left us. A year has gone by and just too soon. It's unbelievable where all the time goes. His absence doesn't seem to be real even for a second. It just always feels like he is around, and I'll see him soon. The latter must be true but in another sense of the term.

And, here's what I think he may be up to right now:

In the garden of eternal bliss   Squatting in your little corner   Busily you inspect the blooming bud   Fluffy white clouds whisper into your ears   Disapprovingly you wave your hands   Your very own characteristic way    Lessons in gardening is not what you need   They don't know it – the fluffy white clouds   Little fairies hover around you   Their playfulness you always seek   Radiant bees and dazzling butterflies    Gleaming caterpillars and lustrous lady bugs   Cheerfully hang around here and there   Ramifying into a full-grown iridescent flower   The blooming bud twinkles and beams   Smiling away from the corner of your lips   Your very own characteristic way   It's time to go look for the pond   Where the rainbow shimmers day and night   The exuberant golden fish eagerly awaits  It's time to share, time to debate   Your very own characteristic way