Bombay

Today morning I woke up and had alcohol. My wife went somewhere, so I am alone here. Watched Mohanlal, and then the movie Bombay. Beyond the fights, it depicts a ton of things. A father's love for his kids.

I married from a different religion. I don't know if you understand, but it is a big thing. But to see my dad's love is just insane. There's a lot of things I don't understand.

I want to wake up each day and look at the magic around us. A father's love for his kids is magic. They way my orchids bloom is magic. Sometimes an orchid will bloom itself to death, that's just outright love right? Dying for its kids. All the magic in the air. I feel sorry for those who lost their parents when they were kids. And I feel sorry for all the kids who got neglected by their parents. And I feel sorry for all the kids who neglected their parents.

There's this scene in the movie Bombay where the protagonist's dad says, "Even if I have send you letters saying that I disown you, does that make you not my kid? Haven't I got the right to know that my child is alive". To all those kids out their, call your parents. They love you in their own way.