My Dad dearest!

When someone asks me a question like - Where is your Dad? What does he do? Or Is Mr. Baba there? I always get a lump in my throat and words fail to come out. Barely audible will be my reply... whatever reply it is. Which is almost all the time encountered with "aahh??". Making me repeat myself.
I can't some how bring myself to say he has expired, even after 6+ years. I still feel him around me. I never ever want to say he has left us. He is there with me in my actions, in my success, in my life. He is there for me always, so what if he is not in flesh and blood.
I keeping thinking of the funny stuff he use to say, the way he use to laugh and make me laugh, the way he use to dance to make me smile when I was angry, the way he use to correct me when I was wrong, the way he use to bare with my innumerable pranks I played, the way I use to mess his hair when he was getting dressed for office, the way we fought over the right usage of English, the way we discussed things, the way we lived..... Now when I think of them tears fill my eyes.
In dreams, I usually see my Dad, the jolly fellow he was. Most of the times, the dreams seem so real that I feel this reality is the dream and my dream as reality.
I have still not been able to overcome that tragedy of my life. I still cannot believe what happened 6 years back. I still want to believe that he will come back one day and say "Nithyu" and all these years that I lived so far will be a bad dream and I will wake up to see my papa's loving face. I wish!
I miss you sometimes but I love you always, papa.