Sometimes... my father never fails to amaze me... I didn't know he was that good at tennis... until my mother's colleague and my ex-teacher joked with my mother and told my mother to tell my father to give him face at a later competition. I didn't say that he was bad... I just thought... that he was ok. I didn't even know he had acquired a nickname given to him by other people known as 'The Wall' until my mother's colleague told her bout it. Though it sounds a little stupid... it bascially means that whenever someone hits a ball to him... it automatically bounces back to the person like the function of a wall... thus they find it very hard to beat him. Sometimes... I am very amazed by my father... by his thought process and the way he reasons thinks out... by how he does thinks silently for us... but we never realise it until we think back much later. But I have nv told him that before. I mean... it feels funny for a daughter to tell a father that I am so amazed and proud of you.

I feel very guilty. I never really talk to him heart to heart... due to the fact that he is decades older than me perhaps. Or maybe due to the fact that he is either in physics land or tennis land while I usually am in my own lala land. I know he wants me to go and support him in one of his matches. He has asked us several times over the years. But I never did... due to lack of interest. But I promise myself that I will go and support him in his next match.