15th June.. was celebrated as father's day this year!
daughter's hav alwes been closely associated with dad (is it becos they both begin with D's?)
i wouldnt b wrong in saying i am ma dad's pet too....
i still wonder how i ended up calling him daddy (i gues its cos of ma bro)
Dad is this person.. who as a child drilled into ma head that dad is alwes right. i was blinded by this idea then.
n for me dad alwes had to be right... n never otherwise.
as i grew up.. n so did ma dad, things began to change. from dad's alwes right.. to dad could be wrong some times...
but i realised its very easy to live with the former belief.. whn u begin to contradict things, the ground beneath u begins to shake.
"everyone's a first timer at life"... and yet we expect our parents to hav perfect solutions for everything.
we are all shaped by our parents.. n when u r brought up in the "my dad my hero" society...
he becomes the one who influences you more.
this is one post i hav found most difficult to write.. not cos m falling short of words, bt everything jus pours in n my fingers cant run as fast.
so wher was i about the most influential person in my life.. yes.
i hav alwes been called daddy's gal. i hav been his pet ( i would n say favourite).
blinded by my dad is alwes ryt i would obey everything he said.
as i said, as things began to change, n contradictions crept in, i sometimes wud struggle to find a line of division between "me" n "daddy's gal"
it was difficult, cos so much of me was wat dad wanted me to be, was how i had been shaped by him.
when times came to make decisions.. i realised life simplified when i remained a "daddy's gal".
probably because bein that alwes assured me that he wud be behind when i turned around.
my dad din teach me to cycle(not in my memories, or atleast he wasn the first person) neither the bike, nor the car.
but he taught me different things.. he taught me to read right, read good. he taught me to think, n to think independently.
the best memory of my childhood is the afternoons i n he wud spend reading and reciting poetry.
he made me understand things with him, he made me read life, like he was reading it.
our society portrays fathers as strong men... leaving them little place to bring out their emotions. they leave all of it to the mother.
dads indeed are strong men, bt they are soft too, n they are the ones more vulnerable to being hurt.
a child never says "i love you father", n dad never gets a chance to reciprocate as "me too" (fathers are not the ones who will say it first)
bt that never means we never mean it.
The toughest part about being "daddy's gal" is "understanding what he says... n even what he doesnt"
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