Three years have passed.
echoes in my mind. I recall the words quite vividly. My father had been sick for many years but he was a fighter. He held on.
But gradually his body succumbed to his illness and his resolute will- power also started wavering. It was as if he was ready to go.
I was not with him at that time. Earlier whenever I used to call up home, he only used to just speak a few words.
I still remember.
It was the second day of the New Year. I called up home and he wanted to speak to me which was a departure from his habit as usually he had to be cajoled to do so.
I told him that I was coming home and what should I get for him. He wanted a tie as he loved to wear coats though he had not worn one for a number of years. I teased him and he laughed.
He told me to take care of myself and remain happy.
“Say my foot! And you will see
all your problems vanishing into thin air for you will just overwhelm them.” He whispered softly to me.
Tears ran down my eyes.
He had taught me this since childhood. Whenever I had a problem, he made me close my eyes and say loudly My Foot and stamp down hard. And viola, I was infused with some magical powers to face my demons and vanquish my problems.
This was his last call to me.
He passed away that night.
I feel him holding my hand and softly whispering into my ears,” Say My Foot!”