This Father’s Day was different. I lost my father this year on 2nd April, and for the first time, the day made me think about perspectives. Not the Instagram-posts kind, but the deep shifts that happen when life hands you lessons you never expected.
Becoming a father myself in 2020 changed my perspective. I stopped chasing rentals near work and started planning for a stable base, somewhere close to good schools and amenities to raise kids. Fatherhood made future planning more intentional. Clarity often begins with responsibility.
Losing my father taught me the real meaning of presence. I was there, but I could have easily not been. I saw the quiet strength of family, friends, neighbors, and roots. Stuff like “hill-station retirement” no longer sounds exciting. Home is where your people are, not among strangers.
Both experiences led me to the same understanding: life is not about the individual journey as much as it is about the connections you nurture, the roots you plant, and the sense of belonging you pass forward. Maybe Father’s Day is a reminder that fathers spend their lives building those roots, so the next generation can stand taller and one day, do the same.
