T his is the story of Aryan Khanna, one of my close friends. He shared the story of how he lived with his dad even after his death. Here I am stealing someone else’s story for you to read through. Aryan narrated his story to me; I lost my dad when I was 9 years old. I missed him so much till I got him back after a year. Just like every child who lost his dad at an early age, I was trying to find my dad in everything that could possibly remind me of him . It was my dad’s remembrance day; l loved going through his stuff whenever I missed him. His books, his spectacles...anything of his made me feel closer to him,” maybe to his memories “. I was trying to help my self going through his stuff, that’s when I got his old dairy. My heart froze when I opened the first page. It said “HAI SON!!!” the second page, It surprised me even more... the first chapter was named “When you are able to read” which said only one thing repeatedly “do whatever you want to do, le...