Tuesday, July 26, 2011

For a very special father..mine

She looked out of the window, and heard the familiar sound of his scooter. She waited patiently as she heard the footsteps come towards the door, rushed to open it, and greet him with the widest and best smile she had. He hugged her, patted her hair and  took her in his arms. This is what heaven felt like, she thought. And then after a while, he got her down and walked over tot he kitchen to talk to his wife. She wondered, is it the wife's beautiful sarees that he likes so much, is it her big bindi that he loves so much that he has to bring her down and go to see her after reaching home. She tried peering into the mirror to see how would a bindi look on her, but being all of 4 she could barely reach the mirror.

Thats how i felt everytime baba would walk in to the house after office, play a little with me and head over to sit at the dinning table, sipping his tea, taking off his shoes, as Ma would fry some samosas, or simply serve a little bhujia sev in a round steel plate for baba. I wanted baba for myself though, all for myself, not to be shared even my mother because i was his daughter, his only child and he was the worlds most powerful man. he could open the seal of a medicine bottle with one twist of his hand, he never needed a bandaid if he scratched his hand playing cricket, he would walk in the dark at night, he could carry 3 heavy bags filled with vegetables and fruits every sunday he went to the bazaar, he would take a bath in cold water in winters, he would shoo away stray dogs if they came near me and most important, how could she forget he dint even wink an eyelid when we all got the Hepatitis B shots at the hospital. Baba was a hero, her hero and she dint like his attention divided.

Today at 29 i see a different man, i see someone with grey hair, some wrinkles on the face, a man who keeps a small bag of his everyday medicines, a man who counts on the his sugar intake everyday and most importantly a man who waits for me to get back from office so he can talk to me. Baba has changed as a person, i dont see the adrenaline rush in him to go walking even with 4 degree temperature outside, i dont see the short temper in him which made him punch some guy who tried following me from school, i dont see the impatience in him as Ma gets ready to go out somewhere in the evening, but yes i see the same father in him who loves his child more than anything in this whole world. Today as i type this, i see a  man, sitting across me on the sofa , waiting for me to finish my "work" on the laptop so we can talk a little. Although our conversations are usually on how i need to save more, eat less junk, be careful while travelling, eat responsible, be a good and supportive wife, i know some of the topics are oft repeated but i cherish them all. I see a man who wants me to live life big, never bend down in front of wrong, always speak my mind, never hurt someone knowingly, always speak the truth, be strong and balance my mind and heart.

I see my father sitting on the sofa, checking his cell phone if there were any calls because i know once i am done with my laptop, he is going to as me to check if some friend of his has sent an SMS,and honestly i miss doing this for him everyday, cuz usually ma does this for him at home.

I dont know what is it about fathers, the stronger they appear, the more you feel like protecting them and keeping them safe. Sometimes i wonder, how did God bless me with two such wonderful men to make my world, my father and G.

I love you baba, i know you would not be reading this, and i am too shy to say this to you, but you are my hero and no man, can ever ever take your place in my life...

27 comments:

Bhagyashree said...

itz beautiful....

Suruchi said...

You sure are a lucky girl and fathers are protective till we are tiny and need protection-I think after growing up we take up their job.

that's what I do-i see to it now even though he seems strong enough:-)

Sanghamitra Bhattacherjee(Mukherjee) said...

Very beautiful post! This is a story for every father-daughter relationship :)...just like my awesome dad!...amar baba:)

RiĆ  said...

Thats such a beautifully written post.

neha said...

It's such a beautiful post. I am sure most of the women here would be sharing the same dad-daughter bond :)

Richa said...

This is such an emotional post. We daughters have the insecurity towards protecting our father once we get married and have to leave our father to become a part of another family.

Very nicely written. :-)

Crazy Blogger said...

That's everything I would write about my dad

Lady Whispers said...

Awwww Lucky father and lucky daughter and u shd show this to him na :)
Love the post :)

And blog more pretty lady :)

Tanvi said...

You melt my heart with your words. I feel the same way about my father. The strongest bond I have with anyone! Write more often ... the long hauls are very unkind towards your readers :)

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sulagna said...

thanks a lot ladies :) i hoped it would strike a common chord in all of us..your comments just reaffirmed my belief :)

Viya ;) said...

a beauuuttiful and emotional post... A father-daughter relationship is sooo special and i just don;t find words to express it.. :)

Vivek said...

Sulagna , its a very beautiful , heart touching post ..

Loved it.

:)

Take care.
Keep smiling.

Rituparna said...

I don't know if its a boy that we will have, but I told Aniruddha that if it is...we have to have a girl later! A man, a husband and a father is incomplete without a daughter...and he deserves to have one!!

We daughters are special...aren't we? He who has none will never understand...

Pesto Sauce said...

I guess fathers feel much closer and adore daughters much more than anything in this world. My parents always desired a daughter though sadly they didn't have one

nil said...

And this is exactly why I love you. And why He loves you the most :)

Amazingly written...I swear :)

Anwesa said...

A beautiful post. Needless to say, loved it.

Aparna said...

Thank you for writing the emotions that a daughter has for her father so beautifully...I had a tougher job, I had to share my father with my sister who is four years elder to me...and everyone in my family knows how jealous I am when my dad gives her more attention than me! :)

Thank you...for re-kindling that love and affection for my hero ;)

Lipsy said...

Such a lovely expression of carefully chosen words woven beautifully!!!
Love this post...love my Dad

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Jack said...

Sulagna,

May the bond remain as strong as it is or even grow stronger. Very well written narrating how time brings in some physical changes but not in the bond.

Take care

aritra the daydreamer said...

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Aisha Hassan said...

aww sweet

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hope you'll come and have network with me . you can also post your writing there
will love to see you around ..

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Anonymous said...

:D.. Glad to know u had a baby girl . just a silent reader come across randomly after every few days. Congratz to u honey and ur G :).

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Ananya said...

Such a touching post Sulagna!! loved it!!

Megha said...

beautiful post
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