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A Fathers Love

I saw him few months back in a homecoming party amid dazzling friends circled a woody oak table with a lavish Red Label whiskey almighty teasing us from the center. The first thing I saw was dead sharp eyes of  a man in his mid-thirties focusing on a digital camera to capture his little kid next to him. The angel produced a grand stand picture of a Father and son separate through an expensive whiskey bottle.  It was artistic . The interlaces  authentic view would pleasing than Thisara Perara hammering Robin Peterson nonchalantly over long on during a lost dead game in  Kandy. Pointless beauty vs rational beauty.  My mind spark from a picture of Whiskey  separating father and son.

It is hard to say whiskey separate Father and son or does the opposite. The illusionist picture would be solid authentic arguable material  like  an Indian actress Sherlyn Chopra Playboy appearance. It was hard to think she agreed to appear Playboy with no wardrobe and fire to the fuel by publicly praising youthfulness, energetic , freshness of Playboy girls. It made most Indians flattered as they struggle to digest fast food item bought from Texas highway. Will there be Indian woman wearing only cowboy hat in a front cover page to  spark youthfulness ?  For conventional South Asian this would be a dream which seems happening daylight for  Americans.  For me wearing nothing and earning six digits perk is staggeringly arguable than Aladdin lamp Ghost  in Arabian Nights.  Who cares? May be I should not argue how economy affects brain cells, its  a matter for scientists .

My heart says go and speak to the gentlemen sitting next to us. But I couldn’t buy my instinct without opening the whiskey. The sweat smell of golden liquid distilled from fermented grains mash is far more appealing. Solid material to do a case study on craving vs wisdom when selecting right thing for a man. Finally alcoholic beverage served with ice cube, soda and slices of green apple. It would be just like Legend  Winston Churchill’s sipping Red Label mix with Soda just before taking mission critical decisions some where Britain , then it was matted for Great Britain , now  it was matter to understand illusionist picture.  Even though second one looks horrible reason. I took the first drink looking at the father sitting next table. I’m ready to talk now.

 I walked up to the father and start a friendly conversation to serve my  inquisitiveness.  The father seems very humble , probably working class from government sector.He speaks slowly , tightly. Every word he speak seems  match  his dress and even with his hair cut. Finally I was able to get his name, He introduced him self as “Justin”, a cleaning labor for a Colombo cleaning office. Suddenly little fellow (kid) started speaking in English. I puzzled.  A kid speaking English is nothing  for Colombo suburb, but it was for a son of cleaning office labor. Unless you born with extraordinary skill and luck to beat the shackle, this Kid would be rare as Gem. In fact Kid was a Gem ,  Justin’s wife “seetha” working in Italy as housewife while Justin taking care of the kid. Justin want his son to taught in  best international school in country.  Its even amazing when you know Justin working every day cleaning floors of blue chip companies, while his son playing with children of those company CEO’s. The courage of this father is unmatched for anything.  Humble smile he carries throughout the conversation was simply beautiful and heartwarming.  If you can summed up disparity between Soda and Whiskey or love and anger and mix both you find Justin‘s face. It was filled with life. If challenges, Faith , love, determination mixed in a  “kottu Rotti ” Justin would be the ideal  fine dish recipe that all Colombo restaurant are looking for.  It was worth conversation to have. Some people live harsh lives to make their kids live in comfort.  Undoubtedly one of the most extraordinary people I ever met in my life.

I returned to my seat, I still can see half served Red Label front with father and son laughing out for something. Unlike previous arguable picture, I see something brazen. a limitless love of a father to a little kid through the golden liquid of Red Label whiskey is artistic, realistic. Sometime whiskey is liquid sunshine , rays of energy to live life.

Justin working every day cleaning floors of blue chip companies, while his son having company of children of those CEO’s.

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