“Your father… Ahh, he was a brave man, very brave. He fought two of those guys with no weapon in his hand. He was strong.” the aghori said with pride as his eyes swelled. “Yes, he saved my life by sacrificing his as those people were going to kill me next.” I said with some panic in my voice as I tried to recollect the horrid incident. The aghori put up his arms as if he was blessing me and said “Bheem Shila, don’t you get it? The meaning is so simple. It stares you in the face. Your father was your Bheem Shila. He protected you from death and sacrificed himself so that you could live.” As he said those words, a bulb lit up in my head “Yes, indeed, Dad was my Bheem Shila. He was my rock and he saved me to the very end.” I looked up to the skies and prayed for peace and his soul.
Originally posted on http://tikkustravelthon.in/2017/04/25/my-dad-my-bheem-shila/