I just watched my dad frantically trying to remove a pen stain from his white shirt. And I don't know what it is, but all I felt like doing at that point of time was to go over and give him a hug. He looked worried, he looked helpless. It's sad how only an incident as such would remind me how he isn't just my father. How he isn't just the sole breadwinner in the family, who has to provide and keep a shelter above our heads. He's human. He has emotions, too. So why, why are we all expecting so much out of him?

Is it even fair of us to expect so much out of 1 person?