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To Daddy With Love

Daddy, do you remember the last time when you hit me? Probably, you won’t. It was during my sixth grade. For I had chewed a slice of your tobacco roll back then. Now every time I take in a smoke, I’m not reminded of the.

By Jun 17,2012  0

Daddy, do you remember the last time when you hit me? Probably, you won’t. It was during my sixth grade. For I had chewed a slice of your tobacco roll back then.

Now every time I take in a smoke, I’m not reminded of the slap on my palm, but of your words of solace after you caned me.

When I failed in my public exams, I could clearly make out that out of all you were the one who was hurt the most, though you didn’t show it and put up a plain-face. You just silently supported me all this way.
Now when I fought back and cleared the papers well, why don’t you let me follow my dreams? Why am I being pressed to believe that majoring in English is a bad option and that commerce is my forte when you very well know of how good I suck at numbers.

Okay dad, I get the point. You do have a justification on this one. But I promise you that one day I’ll make you realize that what we wish to do sometimes isn’t wrong, it’s just off the beat. Not many aspire to be a writer, Film-maker.

 

I still remember the day when you taught me the art of spinning a cricket ball. I was inspired and used to practice it all the time, whenever wherever I could. But then came a day, when the opener of the other colony’s team hit a six sixes in my over. It was when I was dejected the most, and frustrated too.
That’s when you without losing your cool inspired me to convert this aggression of mine into a positive energy. Probably, these were the lines you said – “Remember that failure is an event, not a person”.

Every time when me or my buncho’ friends during a game used to break a window pane of an irritating Aunty or some retard uncle, It was you who would bail our asses us out.
There was a time when mobile phones didn’t exist and International calls used to cost as much as a pair of branded jeans cost today. You were overseas for months together and used to call up once in a few days.

Though I was a kid back then, (I) could clearly make out that Amma was worried and tensed about you, so was I. She still gets worried when your cell’s not reachable, though its you who would hardly charge its battery once a week. She loves you so much that even it’s been an inspiration for me. When it comes to these small things, try being a bit more responsible. Like charging up your cell and all, not forgetting the keys in the car which you do most often and over-heating the food in case Amma is not around.

Maybe I will stop it here for if I were writing this on a paper, it would have been tear-drenched already. Happy Father’s Day, Da.

 

 

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