Pops is ill..... I normally avoid/am uncomfortable during such situations where a one-to-one conversation is required.. This applies when I have to wish papa a happy birthday or a happy fathers day too. Obviously it hasn't always been like this. He was telling me when I was little and he would put me to bed, I'd keep talking. He'd tell me to quieten down and after half a minute, I'd pet his cheek to get his attention and start off again. Ha..said he used to call me "arr popo" -___-..
Papa has this thing..whenever he has a fever, he starts talking..about random stuff.. He's been..sort of..delusional before where he has narrated stories from the 80s and 90s as precisely as if they just happened yesterday. So..earlier he was telling Maa that I haven't been to ask him how he was doing and that I don't care... so I went ahead... hugged him and stayed there for a while. He said it had been a long time and we spoke about Uni and stuff.... He also said I needed to "start" eating, like I don't already.... then I left..... I am sure I heard him say "Rabia meri achi beti hai" ............................ It had been a long time.
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