That walking beside you with a sprained leg and hands on your shoulders... 8 years on...just that my life had sprains but your shoulders were still the same. Those calls from miles to the surest new year cakes... Those 'good lucks' before exams.. That smile despite milions of duties... And that hand that never ceases to exist on my head... Sir..you are my timeless blessing❤️ HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY LUCKY CHAMP!! If angels had face...it would be yours!!
