A Kerala Man Discovered Why His Father Never Visited Him. What He Did Next Is Laudable

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7:06 pm 19 Mar, 2017

For parents, children are their greatest joy. No matter how much they fight and argue with us, we always remain closest to their hearts. Though a mother unabashedly shows immense affection towards her kids but a father appears to be a serious and shy figure. The truth is, every father loves unconditionally just like a mother, even though he deeply hide it.

A heartfelt story of a Bahrain resident establishes this same emotion i.e every father has a pure heart beneath his stern personality.

Devis Devassy Chiramel, a resident of Manama, Bahrain, has been inviting his father to visit him in Bahrain for years now, but his father politely refuse him every time. He always wondered why.

 

 

It was very recently that Devis came to know why his father never wanted to meet him. Devis’s father is a villager and has never worn any footwear. He always wears a mundu (a version of Dhoti) and is not comfortable with pants. So, when his son invited him abroad, he was afraid of insulting Devis in front of his friends by not wearing shoes.

The moment Devis knew this, he abandoned his own footwear and pants, too. Also, he convinced his father to come along with him to Bahrain. He promised himself that till his father returned back from Bahrain, he won’t wear shoes or pants.

Devis shared a facebook post, where he narrated his story and, expressed his respect and love for his father.

 

This is what he wrote,

 Read the text below:

I love my father without footwear. I have invited my father to Bahrain several times, but he always lovingly refused. My mother has visited my place thrice, but my father never came.

It was only in December last year that I came to know the reason. My father is a farmer from a village in Kerala. He has never worn footwear or pants in his life. So, my father thought that I may get ashamed to take him to my friends in Bahrain without footwear or pants.

Today, (14th March) we are going to Bahrain.  Till my father returns from the Arab land, I, too, will not wear shoes or pants. I will only wear the mundu.

It is because of the blood spilled from my father’s bare feet as he walked through the hills and jungles, that I could achieve something in my life. It is painful to walk barefoot, but it is a bittersweet pain. I understood the pain parents endure for their children only when I became a father myself.

Instead of offering flowers at the tomb of our parents, let us give them flowers in their hands while they are alive.

 

 

 

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