Tuesday, April 19, 2011


  Daddy's Daughter



I remember taking walks with my father when I was a kid. I remember how my little hand fit tightly in his. He would hold my hand the whole time, as if he were afraid to let go of me for even a moment. While this might have irritated a fidgety child, like me, I never struggled to get away from him. I liked the way my hand felt in his, warm, safe and secure. We use to go market together. I use to get my haircut done in the same saloon where he use to go. He always treated my like his small son.....and am so grateful to him.

He, always, let me do my things in my own way. He never said "no" for an answer and never stopped me from doing the craziest things on the earth. He let me fall down and stand on my own. He always made me feel very very special. He taught me to be humble and kind and treat everybody the way you want to be treated, no matter how successful you are, no matter where you are in your career. He taught me to be fair to everybody. He said to never take for granted that talent that God has given you, as it can be taken away; also. There will be good times and bad times, but you still have to be strong. He taught me how to be strong and really overcome the tough times and told me it's not all as easy and sweet as it looks, not always. Sometimes you have to do things which you really don’t want to do. He taught me to be patient. He speaks very little. He has his own special way to make us learn. When he says something, you can guarantee it is the truth - and if he finds that it is not, he will let you know he has made an error. He taught me how to live this complex life in a simple and passionate way....

I clearly remember, how beautifully he use to put covers on my books and notebooks...so that I could make my schoolmates jealous, how he use to wash and make my bi-cycle shine, how he use to make my every project the best, how he use to be always ready for anything I asked for.....He is present in my every single second of life. I can write on and on and on about him....he has made every moment of my life not only beautiful but also meaningful...THANKS BABA.

Life has changed a lot.....generally, people of my age doesn't require being dependent on their parents. But I still look upon to my BABA whenever I need to take decisions or a step ahead in my life. I still look for opportunities to put my head on his lap and tell him about my worries; I still need to see his smiling face for motivation. Face-to-face conversations have now changed into 5-10 mins chats over phone....But we, still, have our silent conversations....like we use to do when I was small. He still makes me feel like a lil prince...not princess. He is really unique and his way of showing love is so different altogether...He always leaves me thinking how a person can be so perfect???

I wish I could go back in the past again…I could, just for once, sit in my father's lap and sleep peacefully holding his collar, ask him to tell me the old stories of his age again and again, wear his shirt again and feel grand......I love you BABA. You are simply the BEST.


I remember taking walks with my father when I was a kid. I remember how my little hand fit tightly in his. He would hold my hand the whole time, as if he were afraid to let go of me for even a moment. While this might have irritated a fidgety child, like me, I never struggled to get away from him. I liked the way my hand felt in his, warm, safe and secure. We use to go market together. I use to get my haircut done in the same saloon where he use to go. He always treated my like his small son.....and am so grateful to him.

He, always, let me do my things in my own way. He never said "no" for an answer and never stopped me from doing the craziest things on the earth. He let me fall down and stand on my own. He always made me feel very very special. He taught me to be humble and kind and treat everybody the way you want to be treated, no matter how successful you are, no matter where you are in your career. He taught me to be fair to everybody. He said to never take for granted that talent that God has given you, as it can be taken away; also. There will be good times and bad times, but you still have to be strong. He taught me how to be strong and really overcome the tough times and told me it's not all as easy and sweet as it looks, not always. Sometimes you have to do things which you really don’t want to do. He taught me to be patient. He speaks very little. He has his own special way to make us learn. When he says something, you can guarantee it is the truth - and if he finds that it is not, he will let you know he has made an error. He taught me how to live this complex life in a simple and passionate way....

I clearly remember, how beautifully he use to put covers on my books and notebooks...so that I could make my schoolmates jealous, how he use to wash and make my bi-cycle shine, how he use to make my every project the best, how he use to be always ready for anything I asked for.....He is present in my every single second of life. I can write on and on and on about him....he has made every moment of my life not only beautiful but also meaningful...THANKS BABA.


Life has changed a lot.....generally, people of my age doesn't require being dependent on their parents. But I still look upon to my BABA whenever I need to take decisions or a step ahead in my life. I still look for opportunities to put my head on his lap and tell him about my worries; I still need to see his smiling face for motivation. Face-to-face conversations have now changed into 5-10 mins chats over phone....But we, still, have our silent conversations....like we use to do when I was small. He still makes me feel like a lil prince...not princess. He is really unique and his way of showing love is so different altogether...He always leaves me thinking how a person can be so perfect???

I wish I could go back in the past again…I could, just for once, sit in my father's lap and sleep peacefully holding his collar, ask him to tell me the old stories of his age again and again, wear his shirt again and feel grand......I love you BABA. You are simply the BEST.

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