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When everyone is thinking
about the memory of their fathers;
I have no memory of my father,
because he died when I was
only nine months old.

I carry memory of stories
told to me about my father,
by mother, aunt and grandfather;
that he was a great Engineer,
loving son, father and husband.

He was The Chief Engineer
in the State of Gondal in the
then British Raj in India.
He was Electrical, Mechanical
and Textile Engineer.

He became Member of famous
Chartered Institute of American Inventors
on the merit of his invention:
"Magnetic Vertical Rotary Loom"
in Nineteen hundred thirty-seven.
He had a heart attack and
died at the age of thirty-seven.

He took promise from my Mum to make
me an Electrical Engineer
and my Mum kept that promise.
I had only one goal to follow
my father's footstep and
that is the memory
I carry in my heart.

I know a lot about my father but
I have no memory of my father
and I feel empty inside my heart.

Kris ~ Dreamweaver

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