Over the weekend, I was in Bangalore for a special reason.

It has been my dad’s dream (I would say a long time dream) to visit the Holy places of Catholic Church – places that Jesus walked as well as apositles & other saints walked, which includes Israel, Jordon, Rome, Padhuva, Lourdh etc. I remember him renewing his passport every time it expired with a hope to visit these places (he came down from that lofty goal to a compromise of just visiting any foreign country). Every dream has its ‘fullness of its time’ to come true. Right? Well, for my dad this is the time.

Today at 6 in the morning, they (dad, mom, Joy, BIL) took the flight to Jordon. I’m sure they are excited; but I’m excited even more. In no way I can repay for their love, yet I could try with such small gestures of sponsoring their trip to their dreamland.

I have seen my dad grin with satisfaction twice before – when I got my Hyundai car and asked him to sit in the front seat; and the next time, when I drove the car for 9 hours to Tuticorin and parked it at our house. But I can imagine a much larger smile as he places his steps in the Holy soil.

Its a pity that I can’t be there with them to enjoy. I could’ve gone with them, but my heart somehow didn’t let me do it leaving Rani & Piyo alone here. Then there was a possibility of postponding this trip. But all things came together and I’m not sure there will be another chance in the recent future.

I couldn’t find a tour that does both European & Asian holy places. Probably I’ll find one and all of us will visit as a family, sometime in the future.