When I lost my parents long ago, I did not feel any loneliness other than substantial sorrow for missing them forever, but at the death of my wife Neeta, there was a remarkable difference in my mind. I am unable to express my real feelings I had at that time. Therefore I do not take meaningless attempt to do so, but I can disclose one thing clearly. That time I felt as , I lost not only Neeta, but I have lost every thing including even myself to me. Simply I thought, I was also dead with Neeta.
Anyway, coming back to the real path in my dream world, my father was tall, wellbuilt and straightforward man. According to my mother, he was a permanent employee of the Health Department worked as a Boiler Mechanic. He has left the services due to some small dispute with his boss.

After that he was doing miscellaneous petty businesses and gradually built wealth for the progress of the family of four children – two sons and two daughters, where I was the third.

Though my mother was small made, lean woman, she was always trying hard to shoulder the burden of the family. She was very good in gardening. Our compound was full of various types of beautiful, blossomed flowers. Backyard of the house was vegetable plantation, which fulfilled daily needs.

She also earned from two acre coconut land well maintained by her, from the poultry farm and also from her coffee bushes. She used to pluck the ripe coffee beans, cleaned and dried seeds in sun and sent to the market.