If there was something he hated, it was talking to his father. He travelled for education, work and sometimes even when he was homesick. Just to stay away from his booming voice. After all, life was so much better without his forced inputs. But today as he sat in the restaurant, he ordered his dad’s favourite dish. Lotus roots. It was just a contemporary version of the Sindhi delicacy. But as he placed the order, there was a sadness in his voice. Just then his phone rang and as he answered it, there was a pause at the other end… followed by an exclamation, “It’s unbelievable… you sound so much like your father.” He feigned a laugh and suppressed a cry. After all, life was incomplete without his forced inputs. But he lived on, with every word he spoke.