The Man in My Life

For those who know me well and have heard me claim for the past 6 years of my life that I somehow seem to be romantically challenged, this topic might come as a bit of a shock!!! Its quite strange that I should think of HIM in the middle of the night as I listen to some Illayaraja music on TV! But then, who else could I think of....
He is the one
- who patiently hears me out when I want to crib after a hard day at work,
- who turns up at weird hours in the mornings and nights to safely escort me home, without my ever asking for it,
- who glared guys down if they were found anywhere in my vicinity in a crowded bus,
- who gifted me my first mobile phone,
- who gives in to all my silly tantrums and fulfills all my unreasonable demands,
- who sits on my bed admiring me sleep
- who is always on my side in any argument irrespective of whether he knows what the argument is about or not
- whose hands I proudly cling on to wherever we go
- whose hands held my little fingers when I was a kid and taught me how to walk
- whose hands firmly led me through life
- whose patience and presence in my life has made me what I am today
- who taught me honesty and principles
- whom I shall look up to every day of my life

Yes, I am talking about my father, My Hero,the Man in my life and the benchmark by which I shall measure every other man I know.