A Father Figure I Never Knew, I Needed

Life has a strange way of bringing people into our lives—sometimes for a short time, but leaving behind an impact that lasts forever. My Papaji was one such person. Though my time with him was brief, the bond we shared was one of warmth, care, and a silent understanding that continues to stay with me even today.

The Beginning of a Beautiful Bond

My engagement took place on June 19, 2023, and little did I know that in just a few weeks, life would take an unexpected turn. My Papaji passed away on July 25, 2023—a loss that left a deep void in our family. But in that short span of time, he became one of the few people who genuinely cared for me in ways I had never experienced before.

The Calls That Meant Everything

I have always been independent when it comes to traveling. Whether it was going from Mumbai to Prayagraj or anywhere else, I never had the habit of expecting calls from family members checking on me. No one ever asked where I had reached, whether I had eaten, or how my journey was going.

But for the first time in my life, someone did.

My Papaji would call me four to five times during my journey just to ask:
"Beta, kaha tak pahunchi?"
"Kuch khaya ki nahi?"

These were simple words, but they carried so much love and care. Every time I reached home, he would call again just to check in. It was a kind of concern that I had never received before, and it made me feel truly valued.

Our Last Conversation

One day, I had gone to Nashik to visit a friend, and my Papaji told me to visit Sai Baba Mandir in Shirdi and Shani Shingnapur Temple. He even guided me about the traditions of the Shani temple, advising me not to take anything from there.

I never imagined that this would be our last conversation. His words still echo in my heart, as if he’s still guiding me, watching over me, and ensuring that I am safe and happy.

Feeling His Presence Even Today

After my wedding on December 9, 2023, life has changed in many ways. But one thing that hasn’t changed is how much I miss him. Every time I feel alone, unheard, or misunderstood, I find myself talking to his photo.

When I have a complaint about my Mummyji or my husband, I tell him.
When I feel lost, I seek his silent guidance.
And somehow, even today, I feel like he listens, understands, and quietly resolves my problems in his own way.

His last wish was for me to come home. I did—but he wasn’t there to welcome me.

Yet, in so many ways, I feel he never really left. He is still here, in my thoughts, in my prayers, and in the way I carry his memories with me every day.

Conclusion

Some people come into our lives and change us forever. My Papaji was one of them. His love, care, and presence continue to be my source of strength. I may not see him, but I feel him in every moment where I need guidance.

And maybe… that’s what love truly is. 💙