The contrast
Mind is running back, 3 years back, when all of us (My parents and my siblings) lived together. I was in college in my hometown where Papa had his job.
Papa was very tired arranging the event of Gandhi Jayanti in his office. After returning from office, he lied on bed. He was very tired. " Beta, this event was really exhausting. My leg is paining, can you massage it with oil". I shouted " what papa. even i am tired, We also celebrated Gandhi Jayanti in our school". Papa smiled and said "ok sit here and tell me, how was the function at school". As per Mummy's order, although reluctantly, but i massaged his leg. Today i'm in hostel for higher studies.
Last time in the vacation of Holi we couldn't spend a lot of time together. It was a small vacation and I had to return back. Next college will be closed in Gandhi Jayanti for a week (College celebrates Gandhian Week). It's June only.
I was always short tempered as Papa and hence clash is obvious. Papa very well knows me. Generally we stopped talking after any type of heated argument, but always papa initiated to talk, even if it is my mistake. I regret it now but,,,,... i hope i'll never repeat it in future. It is more than 3 months that i have met everyone. I wish Gandhiji was born on 2nd July. Often i think "why you have been so nice to me Papa".
Walking alone in the garden at 11pm, personifying stars as the only friends, doesn't matter mute,i reminisce and share days past, moment of rapture with them. Our walk after dinner and papa with a new topic everyday. Oh! i miss everything so very much.
Usually it happens that when we tend to describe relation between child and the father, it's mostly described like best buddies, good friends etc etc. But the case is not same with me. My papa is my papa, not my friend. In my view every relation carries a dignity and i proudly say that our relation carries it too. I share many things with papa but take care not to cross the boundary of shame and respect. We often have serious argument but we care not to hurt the sentiments of each other. This is the relation between me and my father-like a father and a daughter.
I had a talk with papa today on phone. He is very tired. His leg is paining and he desperately needs a massage. I am upset. I am not with him to massage his leg. Suddenly a whiff of memory passed wetting my eyelids. Today i'm feeling his pain in my leg.
What a contrast!
Papa was very tired arranging the event of Gandhi Jayanti in his office. After returning from office, he lied on bed. He was very tired. " Beta, this event was really exhausting. My leg is paining, can you massage it with oil". I shouted " what papa. even i am tired, We also celebrated Gandhi Jayanti in our school". Papa smiled and said "ok sit here and tell me, how was the function at school". As per Mummy's order, although reluctantly, but i massaged his leg. Today i'm in hostel for higher studies.
Last time in the vacation of Holi we couldn't spend a lot of time together. It was a small vacation and I had to return back. Next college will be closed in Gandhi Jayanti for a week (College celebrates Gandhian Week). It's June only.
I was always short tempered as Papa and hence clash is obvious. Papa very well knows me. Generally we stopped talking after any type of heated argument, but always papa initiated to talk, even if it is my mistake. I regret it now but,,,,... i hope i'll never repeat it in future. It is more than 3 months that i have met everyone. I wish Gandhiji was born on 2nd July. Often i think "why you have been so nice to me Papa".
Walking alone in the garden at 11pm, personifying stars as the only friends, doesn't matter mute,i reminisce and share days past, moment of rapture with them. Our walk after dinner and papa with a new topic everyday. Oh! i miss everything so very much.
Usually it happens that when we tend to describe relation between child and the father, it's mostly described like best buddies, good friends etc etc. But the case is not same with me. My papa is my papa, not my friend. In my view every relation carries a dignity and i proudly say that our relation carries it too. I share many things with papa but take care not to cross the boundary of shame and respect. We often have serious argument but we care not to hurt the sentiments of each other. This is the relation between me and my father-like a father and a daughter.
I had a talk with papa today on phone. He is very tired. His leg is paining and he desperately needs a massage. I am upset. I am not with him to massage his leg. Suddenly a whiff of memory passed wetting my eyelids. Today i'm feeling his pain in my leg.
What a contrast!
