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Of Fathers and Daughters....

It was on a chirpy morning of the 21st of April when a little birdy came and snuggled in my arms. I don't remember much from that day except for the fact that to me she looked exactly like her dad...and I smiled at this thought as slumber engulfed me

Today as I see my daughter chirping around I feel a strange emotion, one that can't be put into words...my love for her is strange..part of me want her to grow up fast and achieve all the milestones I have in mind for her..the other part longs for that biiig hug and a wettest possible kiss that smears saliva all over my face... (I'll always miss this)...but my bond with her is innate....we were meant to be friends,rather best friends..its just how God programmed us..embedded love in our biology...love that can never ever fall weak...


However whenever I see her longing for her dad all day long with a sullen look, my heart goes out to her...when I see her eyes sparkle at the sight of her baba jani..my heart skips a beat..and then when she says baba  miss you and tells him good night..I see how sad she is about letting her guardian angel go...even while asleep she would roll towards him and put an arm on his chest..making sure that her knight in shining armour is there for her......

This is the kind of relation I always dreamt of, to be between my daughter and her dad. For I understand today the significance that dads hold in a child's upbringing. Yes, you hear me right...its not always about the mother...who nurtures  and cares...the father has a duty bigger and far more important than just providing for the kid's meals.

My dad has always been my pillar of strength, though as a child I kept my distance ( mostly because I saw him.so busy caught up in work) I took that time I had with him for granted..little did I know that I will miss being his princess..even tough I am someone else's queen today. In spite of his tantrums and at times his angry episodes..he is still my papa and I always turn back to him to guide me through..to pray for my success...and to give me that push when I am in dire need of one
..when I am scared to take that jump..I know he will somehow make it all look very easy and make me go for it...

I say it with a heavy heart ...but I wish I could go back in time and undo all those times when I preferred hanging out with my friends or get engrossed in a book rather than spending time with this one immensely important person...I can't go back in time though...but what I can do is strengthen my daughter's bond with her dad,make her cherish each moment that she spends with him and yearn for him when he isn't with her...for this bond is sacred,its too precious to not pay heed to.....the mother sometimes need to step back and give that space to these two individuals.so that this beautiful bond may bloom forever....

I'll stop here and leave you with a melody which defines this relation very well.
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