The Barefoot Father

The blazing sun forced me to gaze down and walk. And sometimes, you find many a worthy sight when you look down . I noticed that the person walking in front of me was barefoot. He had a bag of clothes. The tilt in his walk indicated that the bag was heavy. Next to him was a young boy of around 10 years and a woman in pink sari. Probably his wife and son. It struck me that they were wearing slippers. As I was about to pass past this family, a little boy who was walking a little ahead turned and started talking to the man of our story. And then I found the missing slippers!The little lad was wearing an adult man’s sandals. His father would have given his slippers to protect his son’s tiny feet from the sun kissed dirty roads. A father’s simple gesture of love.

As I hurried past them, I thought of my father, the sacrifices he had made for us and the extent to which he is willing to go for us. True, fathers don’t get to claim the benefits of “I carried you for nine months” slogan of every mother. Their love and sufferings are of a different hue.They are simply there for you. Mostly as our unsung heroes. This also reminded me of my Heavenly father who is the epitome of love and affection. I guess even a walk in the afternoon sun can reveal thoughtful sights…if you keep your eyes and heart open. With these thoughts, I walked into the shades of the Outpatient hospital block.

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Nothing but a recipient of Christ's grace. I am a young doctor and I use this space to find meaning in the bedlam of my thoughts. My blog might resonate with the screams of a young adult finding her place in life, the stench of hospital corridors, images of the many people who intrigue me and the lessons my Saviour Jesus teaches me.

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