I could not tolerate it anymore. I quietly went and sat beside my dad. He had not been speaking to me since I had come out. The eyes constantly staring, coming to terms with the grief of having a son who was different.
“Appa, I am terribly sorry. But I cannot live this lie anymore. I was tired of running away. I felt suffocated. I felt I had to tell you..” I gazed at him, hoping for forgiveness.
Staring at the floor, he struggled to talk “Son, I am proud of you for the courage you have. I wish I had the same thirty years back..to live the life of truth..I am..I am also” and the tears spoke more than the words.