The year end invariably drew a lot of friends and cousins at my house for a celebration bash like every year.My parents were gracious,accommodating hosts and they would enjoy the lovely fun filled night along with us from the sidelines.
Mansi would be seen hurrying around the market to take care of the snacks and dinner menu.Mom would cook the best chicken curry for everyone.Dad would take care of the spirits.He would comb the wine shop for the choicest liquor.
I trusted his judgment and experience for that. He was a seasoned host. I remember the parties held in our place when I was a kid, We used to be thanked profusely by the unwilling to depart guests.
As the guests swelled up, the corks would open and spirits would flow freely loosening the once stiff company. My young friends would instantly warm up to my parents and talk to them for hours together.Later they would lament about the absolute lack of communication with their own parents.My dad would come to know many secrets of my friends without my knowledge. He was an affectionate parent and moved on with the times.I considered him as a friend more than a father.
We would let dad have the first sip of scotch as a mark of respect and then after cheers, proceed to touch our glasses.He would ask us to go slow and easy.We would listen to his advice for a short time.As soon as he retired to his room,we would have a jingoistic blast.The dance and the laughter used to reverberate all around our hall.The music could be heard across the building street. My parents would hardly mind and sleep off peacefully oblivious to the cacophonic sound.
This year end though, I am in a sombre mood,I lost my dad a few months back.I have no plans of doing anything for the eve. My friends have tried to get me out of my depressive shell but I do not want anyone to come home.Me and my folks will have a quiet dinner at our dining table.
I will be keeping a scotch filled glass on the table for my dad.
My dad, Wherever you are, Cheers.
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