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A Father’s Love……..

December 30, 2008

They say that from the instant he lays eyes on her a father adores his daughter. Whoever she grows up to be, she is always to him that little girl in pigtails. She makes him feel like Christmas. In exchange, he makes a secret promise not to see the awkwardness of her teenage years, the mistakes she makes or the secrets she keeps

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The thing to remember about fathers is, they’re men. A girl has to keep it in mind: They are dragon-seekers, bent on improbable rescues. Scratch any father, you find someone chock-full of qualms and romantic terrors, believing change is a threat – like your first shoes with heels on, like your first bicycle I it took such months to get. -Phyllis McGinley

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This is for you papa…

You,who cries more than he laughs while watching ‘father of the bride’
You, who cries when you hear any ‘bidaai geet’,
You, whom I pretend not to look at when tears are rolling down your cheeks,
You, who thinks all men are fools and ‘ladkewaale‘are greedy pigs out to con everyone,
You,who scoffs at the idea of ‘kundalis’,
You, who does not find a single guy worthy of your princess,
You, who doesn’t like a prospective son-in-law because he doesn’t roll his ‘R’s right,:)
You, who eats everything I cook like its a gourmet meal,
You, who eats my half burnt ‘rotis‘ with barely a grimace,
You, who rushes me to the hospital because a fever of 101 meant and still means an ’emergency’ in your book,
You, who understands me more than mom at times,
and you who is the peacemaker between us,

You ,who has the softest spot for your ‘first born’
You,who thought he had a child genius on his hands when a 2 year old girl pointed out all the ‘A’s in the newspaper,
You, who knew all about child psychology much before it became commonplace,
You, who taught your kids all about ‘good touch’ and ‘bad touch’,so nobody could take advantage,
You,who was delighted at the prospect of a little girl,your first born,
even though some thought she wasn’t ‘lakshmi‘but a calamity,

You who wanted nothing but the best for your little girl,
You,who looked heartbroken ,when a 6year old daughter refused to recognize you and come to you ,
because she was seeing you after almost a year and a half of ‘field’ posting,
You,who was proud to be the father of a little english writer who made up stories and told all of them to you in her lilting tongue,

You,whom I hurt beyond measure with that vast silence of a year,
I am sorry papa……

You,who was always exasperated with your children at their inability to learn ‘our language’,
You,who tried to cram complete U.P history lessons in a one month holiday,

You ,who seemed to be petrified of forgetting your ‘roots’,
You, who took a little girl on your shoulders to show her your ‘gaon‘,

You ,who had the shortest temper in the world,
You,who had the patience of a saint with your children,

You, who is in exactly 11 photographs out of the countless family
ones,
Because you were always behind the camera ,never infront of it,

You,who always made sure to remind your children that their father was an army officer,not them….
You,who made sure that ‘attitude’ never became a part of our vocabulary,

You,who always told exaggerated stories of how you went to school,
walking miles,wading through rivers and ponds,braving the scorching sun and the frozen winters,
Stories that your children heard wide eyed and spellbound,until they grew up and figured it out:)

You, the middle born, rarely held with affection,
You,whose quietness was mistaken for stubbornness,
You,whose need for love was never seen,
You,who was always thought of as the ‘black sheep’ of the family,
You,whose contributions were never recognized,
And to whom needs were furtively whispered,

The burdens of family never ceased..
And yet,I never saw you complain,not once
You never uttered a word

It was your ‘duty’…

And yet I wonder…Didn’t you ever resent them?
Dislike them for what they did?
rant against your fate?

But you are not made that way…
You are not any of those people
You are you,just you,
The man who adjusted between two extremes,
The ‘high life’ and the ‘roots’,
The ‘wine connoisseur’ and the teetotaler,

You,who sometimes, when you are in a reminiscing mood will tell stories of when you were at B.H.U ,U.P college,Allahabad University,
Of how you were President of the Student Union,
Of how you would have been in politics had fate not intervened,

You,who is an atheist and yet stands infront of the temple each Diwali,
chanting the’aarti‘ with mom because it makes her happy,

You, whose first love is mom but will never say it to her because you don’t know how

You, who craves each hug because you rarely had them as a kid,

You, who is proud of the flawless English and Hindi your children speak,
Because you were self taught,your english is all your very own work…
You, whose second love is collecting exquisite stationery and books of all kinds,
Because you could not do that as a kid,

You, who keeps correcting our grammar and you who will ask us to spell the toughest words just to ‘check’ our ‘English’:),

You, who always had a ‘Vijai Super’and a Black and white t.v ,
and who had his first four wheeler , a second hand ‘Maruti’ at the age of 41 and a colour t.v at 39,
You, whose sole reason for taking the black and white t.v and the car was the fact that your kids went and saw cartoons at a neighbour’s place,
And craved sitting in ‘that’ amby,

You and mom who gave no importance to wealth,having lost it at countless points in life,
A king one day and almost a pauper the next,
You,who never let your kids feel the pinch,
And we ,who never knew about all this until a few months back,

You ,who were the the original ‘hippie kid’,the ‘rebel without a cause’
The runaway at age 17,who wanted to take on the world,leave a mark,
The one,who swapped jobs so often, a sugar mill manager one day, a teacher the next,an electrical engineer at one time, and the J.P follower who left it all,
Finally settling on being an Army Officer,
It was a fluke you always made sure we knew,not patriotism
The patriotism?…that came later, after the uniform….

You , the kid who felt suffocated at home,
You, who spent your whole life in a tug of war,
Trying not to forget your roots and trying to escape them,

You,who can watch a ‘regional ’channel for hours on end,
And you,who doesn’t speak it in formal company,
You, who is a curious and heartbreaking mix of an old, cynical man and a frightened child…

You ,whom I love a lot,
But admire even more..…much more..

Because of what I see,and what I have seen,
Of where you came from,and where you have been
Of where you stand now
And where you have made us stand,
For all this and more papa,I love you.

You ,whom I used to pester so much,
with my ideas of feminism,
of how I used to tell mom to stop ‘doing’ things for you,
to stop making tea for you..:)
wasn’t she her own woman?
where was her self respect?
and you and mom who were so indulgent,

of how you understood what I was going through…
of how proud you were of these ‘feminist’ ideas of mine..
It was only later that I saw… that you were an eclectic mix of so many things,
that ideas like feminism never occurred to you..
because you always treated mom as an equal
and gave your daughter all the freedom,and wasn’t that how things were supposed to be?:))

You who can quote Sanskrit shlokaas like a pandit.
You who interrogates pandits at wedding ceremonies only to tell them that they are saying it all wrong,
Till mom nudges you and you subside:)

You ,who raised us to be secular and multi cultural
And you who is proud to be a kshatriya,You ,who tells us tales of the bravery of rajputs,tales of valour of our ancestors,
You ,who says being proud of your identity is different from being caste conscious,
One is pride and identity ,the other is dogma and strife,
You who tells us ,”Don’t let the pride become superiority.”
You, who is uncomfortable when ‘they’ come to you in the village and sit by your feet,
You ,who taught us to give elders respect and never call them by name,
And you who could just watch helplessly when ‘dadi’ gave ‘them’ food in a separate ‘thaali’,
You, who is so systematic and organized,
And you who cannot remember mom’s birthday,

You, who pretends that birthdays are a nuisance ,that gifts are overrated,
You ,who doesn’t know how to accept gifts because you never got them as a kid,
And you who keeps a covert lookout to see if anyone remembers your birthday,
Who is delighted like a kid with each gift you get…

You, who is baffled by your older son’s silences,
The one who followed in your footsteps and donned the uniform,
And yet has no common meeting point with you,
He, too, is the middle born..
Is that significant?

You ,who had such high hopes for your daughter
And are disappointed with her choices,

It is only with your youngest that you have learnt to compromise,
On him you shower all the love,lavish all the affection,
Because,he has no dream of yours to live upto,
No pressurizing need to follow you,
On him you have placed no burden of family history,

You,the guy who naps during movies,
And you the ‘Sholay ‘ buff,the one who remembers each dialogue,
Who made his baffled wife and kids watch it thrice,

You ,about whom mom says,’’He has a beautiful voice’’,
You and mom ,the golden couple ,the singing couple,all old family friends tell us,the uncles and aunties..
The toast of parties, you both…
And yet in all these years I have rarely heard you sing…..(ecpet when you are humming to yourself:))
Why ,papa?

You, who always believed that your little girl would one day be Miss Universe,an Army officer,a P.Hd all rolled into one,
You who used to never even think about a daughter’s marriage marriage because it just never occurred to you.
For, aren’t children meant to stay with you forever?
You,the ‘Hippie kid’ who rebelled against society once upon a time..
Who used to scoff at all the stupid ‘rules’
You who wanted to keep your daughter safe and protected with you forever..
You who forgot that ‘our’ society would not allow you to do so…
Because aren’t daughters ‘paraya dhan’? meant to be married off?
Isn’t that what dadi had always said?
You, who hates the concept of dowry.
and yet it happened without a qualm because you were the dutiful son,who never demurred..

You, who never met mom before the day of marriage,
And you who gives me subtle hints to have a courtship period,so that I ‘know ‘ the other person…

‘Courtship’,such a quaint word papa!

Do you miss that romance with mom?
Of what could have been?
I see a love strong and solid between both of you,
And I wonder where is the romance?

Mom tries to convince me that love at first sight is overrated anyway…..and that true love comes gradually…over time..
And you who takes a look at my face,and nudges mom to make her hastily say,”Of course ,one’s own wishes and romance is important too”

Are you trying to convince me papa or yourself?
Were you a romantic soul ,one who believed in happily ever afters?
Did you ever want to be the swashbuckling hero for mom?
Or did you yearn to marry some girl from college,the one whom you would have chosen on your own?

But this love is beautiful too papa
This love that I see between you and mom..
The serene and quiet love,
One that comes after a lifetime of knowing

But I cannot imagine a love without arguments and heat ,papa
A love where ‘marriage’ comes first and ‘love ‘ comes gradually..
And yet I see both of you content with life,with each other,
Finishing each other’s sentences,knowing the likes and dislikes,
that faint brush of fingers when mom gives you the morning tea,
And the way you both smile at each other in the middle of a conversation,
as if,at a private joke…..

Am I getting all maudlin?Your favourite word:)the one you always made me spell..:)

Can I ever say these words to you papa?I don’t know.But this is my catharsis.I have lived my life in cliches,and I am expressing myself in them too.If that is so,then so be it.My effort at trying to understand you….I do now….you are not just my father,but a little kid, a rebel, a sullen teen, a loving husband, a doting father,a beautiful human being….

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”Sherman made the terrible discovery that men make about their fathers sooner or later…that the man before him was not an aging father but a boy, a boy much like himself, a boy who grew up and had a child of his own and, as best he could, out of a sense of duty and, perhaps love, adopted a role called Being a Father so that his child would have something mythical and infinitely important: a Protector, who would keep a lid on all the chaotic and catastrophic possibilities of life.”

~ Tom Wolfe, The Bonfire of the Vanities

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”How could that beautiful woman with you
Be the same freckle face kid that I knew
The one that I read all those fairy tales to
And tucked into bed all those nights..
And I knew the first time I saw you with her
It was only a matter of time..
But I loved her first and I held her first
And a place in my heart will always be hers
From the first breath she breathed,
When she first smiled at me,
I knew the love of a father runs deep,
And I prayed that she’d find you someday
But it still hard to give her away
I loved her first…,
Someday you might know what
I’m going through
When a miracle smiles up at you
But,I loved her first…
she is my baby girl…
” ~ A father(Heartland Lyrics)

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50 Comments leave one →
  1. Ajit permalink
    December 30, 2008 11:56 pm

    beautifully composed……

  2. Indyeah permalink
    December 31, 2008 12:24 am

    thank you for the compliment Ajit!:)and thanks for the encouragement …

  3. Vinod_Sharma permalink
    December 31, 2008 3:38 am

    That’s a lovely avalanche of feelings for a father. He is as good a father as you are a daughter…

    Happy New Year.

  4. Indyeah permalink
    December 31, 2008 5:47 am

    Vinod Sir,coming from you that means a lot…:)thank you so much..Happy New Year to you too….:)

  5. Indian Home Maker permalink
    December 31, 2008 10:09 am

    Beautiful. Overwhelmingly beautiful.

    Reminded me of my own father so many
    times, specially all the first part… I guess that’s what beautiful creations always do, touch a chord with everyone.
    Emailing it to my brother.

  6. Indyeah permalink
    January 1, 2009 7:48 am

    oh!oh!don hv words..thank u…it touched you and thats such a huge compliment in itself…

  7. My Castle in Spain permalink
    January 3, 2009 10:31 am

    Indyeah, this is perhaps the most beautiful love letter i’ve ever read from daughter to father.

    You must be so proud of him!

    on a personal level, i envy you for being able to write such a letter. I’m not that close to my father and regret it…oh well..

    also, i want to wish you a very happy new year filled with love, peace and beautiful writing !

    xxx

  8. Gopinath's "Artickles" permalink
    January 3, 2009 12:39 pm

    Such a lovely composition, beautiful! You poured out every of your deepest feelings for your dad here. Excellent work! Wonder whether you read my post about my daughter? Though this one is way above that piece in all respects.
    Link: http://whatnonsanz.blogspot.com/2008/05/daughters-are-forever.html

  9. Gopinath's "Artickles" permalink
    January 3, 2009 12:39 pm

    Such a lovely composition, beautiful! You poured out every of your deepest feelings for your dad here. Excellent work! Wonder whether you read my post about my daughter? Though this one is way above that piece in all respects.
    Link: http://whatnonsanz.blogspot.com/2008/05/daughters-are-forever.html

  10. Gopinath's "Artickles" permalink
    January 3, 2009 12:39 pm

    Such a lovely composition, beautiful! You poured out every of your deepest feelings for your dad here. Excellent work! Wonder whether you read my post about my daughter? Though this one is way above that piece in all respects.
    Link: http://whatnonsanz.blogspot.com/2008/05/daughters-are-forever.html

  11. Gopinath's "Artickles" permalink
    January 3, 2009 12:39 pm

    Such a lovely composition, beautiful! You poured out every of your deepest feelings for your dad here. Excellent work! Wonder whether you read my post about my daughter? Though this one is way above that piece in all respects.
    Link: http://whatnonsanz.blogspot.com/2008/05/daughters-are-forever.html

  12. Gopinath's "Artickles" permalink
    January 3, 2009 12:39 pm

    Such a lovely composition, beautiful! You poured out every of your deepest feelings for your dad here. Excellent work! Wonder whether you read my post about my daughter? Though this one is way above that piece in all respects.
    Link: http://whatnonsanz.blogspot.com/2008/05/daughters-are-forever.html

  13. Gopinath's "Artickles" permalink
    January 3, 2009 12:39 pm

    Such a lovely composition, beautiful! You poured out every of your deepest feelings for your dad here. Excellent work! Wonder whether you read my post about my daughter? Though this one is way above that piece in all respects.
    Link: http://whatnonsanz.blogspot.com/2008/05/daughters-are-forever.html

  14. Gopinath's "Artickles" permalink
    January 3, 2009 12:39 pm

    Such a lovely composition, beautiful! You poured out every of your deepest feelings for your dad here. Excellent work! Wonder whether you read my post about my daughter? Though this one is way above that piece in all respects.
    Link: http://whatnonsanz.blogspot.com/2008/05/daughters-are-forever.html

  15. Dips permalink
    January 3, 2009 10:14 pm

    My first here. What a flood of feelings. So well written. Father daughter relationship is a unique one. Liked reading ur piece.

  16. Indyeah permalink
    January 7, 2009 4:31 am

    My Castle In Spain:-
    ”the most beautiful letter?”…..you’ll make me cry now…in a good way..:)…
    … I don’t think I can say these words to him ever..nw as I am growing older and realising things,seeing truths that were infront of me all along….I realize that our parents do the best they can..and yet smhw they are doomed to failure ,doomed bcoz we hv already judged them without being in their shoes….I am trying very hard to be in theirs and see what it feels like…its an ongoing process…sometimes its the hardest to tell the ones closest to your heart just how much you love them…
    sending you love and a wish that you find your letter too…:)

    Happy New Year to you too…:)much love…:)

  17. Indyeah permalink
    January 7, 2009 4:39 am

    Gopinath’s ”Artickles”:-Thank you so much..:)..yes ,I read your post and its a beautiful one…I love the way you have described your relationship with her…the humour’s there and its beautiful in itself..(taglines n all:)) and yet the closenes,the bonding between both of you comes through…n yeah all daddies(n daughters too:))go through the ”my daddy strongest phase’
    I loved your post because it gave me a diff perspective,a father’s view of his daughter’s world..:)

  18. Indyeah permalink
    January 7, 2009 4:40 am

    Dips:-thank you so much…loved knowing that you liked it..:)

  19. hitch writer permalink
    January 11, 2009 5:41 pm

    This is a really fantastic post !!! I always feel that fathers are not talked about as much as mothers !!!!

    REading it was a great pleasure… !!!!!

    • May 10, 2010 12:05 am

      Daughters are (usually) always their fathers’ pets hitchu 🙂 U want to hear about a father? Ask a daughter… she’ll tell you 🙂

  20. Indyeah permalink
    January 11, 2009 8:20 pm

    Hitch Writer:-Thank you so much…:)Its lovely knowing you liked reading it…A comment is always encouraging…:)and I loved your post on your son’s birth…

  21. Sagarone permalink
    January 11, 2009 10:06 pm

    Simply beautiful! Both you and your father are blessed to have each other.

  22. Indyeah permalink
    January 12, 2009 12:40 am

    Sagarone:-Thank you…I do feel blessed….funny how growing up makes one realize the beauty of things one takes for granted..:)
    at this point I HAVE to say that I have been a lurker on your blog..:D…and like reading your views a lot…..

  23. Smitha permalink
    January 15, 2009 12:06 pm

    Indyeah, That was the most touching ode, I have read. Your dad must be sooo proud of you!! Just beautiful..

  24. Indyeah permalink
    January 16, 2009 1:41 am

    Smitha:- :)..:D
    *interpret this as a huge grin*
    thank you so much….proud of me?:D.. don’t know..I sure hope so….but I am for sure…:)
    and aren’t all fathers a little bit of ‘this’?…I too needed ‘penning down’ I now think…

    ….one of these days one on ma…only thats much,much tougher to define or pen down…:)

  25. Smitha permalink
    January 16, 2009 1:44 am

    Indyeah, I wish I were able to write half as eloquently about my parents – but unfortunately can’t ! Waiting for your ‘ode to your ma’ :)Again – lovely lovely post!

  26. Usha Pisharody permalink
    January 23, 2009 5:57 pm

    Awed, and speechless.. not simply for the love and learning, and the unconditional acceptance, forgiving of the self, that I read here, but for the fact that somewhere, as you say, thoughts have enmeshed, between two blogs, two writes, two minds…

    You mentioned telepathy 🙂 I underscore it 🙂

    You mentioned peas in a pod 🙂 I am amazed to discover yet again, the fineness of that point you make!

    The village you speak of is in the North, perhaps, and mine southward; the daadi is the same 🙂 And though my dad was the only child, things were as difficult as he spent a lot of his time, energy and money helping out mom’s various siblings 🙂 🙂 Just the same, just the same… 🙂
    He did not join the Army, but the Navy, as a “boy”as they were called then, the ranks. And slowly but surely, through his work, and humility made his way up to retire as an officer.
    If there is ONE singular inspiration in life to keep going when things appear the toughest, to not quit, it is my father, and of course my mother 🙂

    This is just too darned beautiful. You have the “talisman” of love, you truly do. No matter that you have not been able to feel close, at times, don’t ever feel less because of that 🙂 The taciturn man sometimes holds a depth of expression and Love, unfathomable, as it is with most fathers such as ours 🙂

    You’re the first born? I’m the “ham” in the sandwich as I am so fond of saying, so I know, how he feels, I really do. It’s tough being the “middle” and only we know how it is 🙂 🙂

    And finally, that write of mine is nothing, absolutely nothing compared to this paean 🙂

    Apologies for getting here so late! Was exhausted after putting that reply, and had to hit the sack!

    Thank you, thank you, thank you… for you. The virtual world gets more real, all the time!

    You too, are the daughter I wish I’d had 🙂

  27. Indyeah permalink
    January 24, 2009 9:38 am

    Smitha:-Thank you so much….I am waiting too…:)Smitha you write so well….:)You truly ,deeply do….:)

    Usha Pisharody:-Thank you so,so much…:)
    How beautifully you have understood all that has not been said…I love dad,hug him trouble him….but the words are difficult to say….for some reason..:)but I hug him an awful lot!:)

    ”The village you speak of is in the North, perhaps, and mine southward; the daadi is the same 🙂 And though my dad was the only child, things were as difficult as he spent a lot of his time, energy and money helping out mom’s various siblings 🙂 🙂 Just the same, just the same… 🙂
    He did not join the Army, but the Navy, as a “boy”as they were called then, the ranks. And slowly but surely, through his work, and humility made his way up to retire as an officer.
    If there is ONE singular inspiration in life to keep going when things appear the toughest, to not quit, it is my father, and of course my mother :)”

    Need I say more?:):)
    Yes,ma and dad ,our parents seem so magnificient and such giants when we truly realize where it is that they are coming from….

    ”The taciturn man sometimes holds a depth of expression and Love, unfathomable, as it is with most fathers such as ours :)”
    So,so true!!Why so taciturn I think?And then I realize we wouldn’t have them any other way would we?:)

    ‘ham in the sandwich’?lol!wait till I tell my brother this!He’ll love it and use it to explain his ‘state’ all the time!:D

    You have the talisman of love…you do…I have just started on a journey..whereas.you…you invented the talisman….:)

    ”You too, are the daughter I wish I’d had :)”
    What do I say?What do I write?
    I’ll just let the quiet be enough….
    hugss!!!:)

  28. Indyeah permalink
    January 24, 2009 9:41 am

    Thank you for all that you shared..:)
    really…I ‘see’ you now…the light’s much better and the image is becoming clearer…:)
    and I think I see myself a little clearly now too….
    love..:)

  29. Usha Pisharody permalink
    January 24, 2009 5:20 pm

    You have the talisman of love…you do…I have just started on a journey..whereas.you…you invented the talisman….:)

    Thank you for that!!! Though I did not. And because we did. :D!!!

  30. Winnie the poohi permalink
    February 6, 2009 8:36 pm

    *sigh*

    I m so touched.. I wonder if I can ever write like this.. though I would love to.. there are so many feelings you never express..

    You know what.. do send this link to your dad!

    He would love to be understood so!

  31. Indyeah permalink
    February 7, 2009 9:00 am

    Winnie:-oh!but you do….dont lie…:)I read that story of yours…didnt I?:)that ws so beautiful..:)
    thank you..:)
    my turn to sigh now…sometimes the courage required to do the simplest of things seems herculean….will do it ..some day…
    loved knowing that you liked it..:)

  32. Varunavi permalink
    March 15, 2009 7:48 pm

    Came to ur blog many times,but this is first time i read this post.Very touching,i read the entire post with tears in my eyes.
    This post reminded me of my dad who is no more.I wish i should have expressed my feelings to him when we was with me.
    I have put a link of this post on my blog,so that i will read it again.
    Very touching…….

  33. Indyeah permalink
    March 16, 2009 8:26 am

    Varunavi:-Thank you so much..actually I am speechless at all that you have shared about how this touched you…
    that for me says it all…

    and you know what I believe in?really and truly?
    that when we love someone as much as you love your dad,we always carry them in our hearts and they do too..
    so wherever your dad is now, I am sure that he knows how much you love him,miss him and what you feel for him…(((hugs))
    I am touched…
    thank you for sharing:)

  34. J P Joshi permalink
    March 28, 2009 2:13 am

    That was one seemingly short, but very long, post that I could not stop reading. Very beautifully done and from the heart. Tears, emotions, memories came flooding. No more words to describe this work of art. Long live the artist, her love for her dad, and her dad, is all I can pray for.

  35. Indyeah permalink
    March 28, 2009 9:55 pm

    J.P Sir:-Thank you so much Sir…

    whenever I re-read it I am transported to some days long back(and even now):)…and to know that this touched you says much more than anything else ever could…thank you so much…
    each time that I read of how the lines have spoken to another friend, I am touched beyond words….thank you…

  36. May 7, 2010 1:15 am

    Indyeah – lovely tribute ! I was in tears – you are so lucky he is with you! I was all of 17 when I lost him – I was his princess, his raja beta! I know what it is to be daddy’s girl! I miss him – this one made me cry:-( I’m so happy that you have a such a lovely father – they are gems priceless gems we don’t acknowledge that enough!
    me- (((((((((hugs)))))))))))))) ‘raja beta’ line touched a chord Minal. Yes, They are priceless gems. No other word for them. Gruff with a tough exterior.. a lil lost on how to show affection but our very own teddy bears.

  37. May 7, 2010 8:25 am

    It is amongst the best posts I have read in the recent past.
    I am complimenting a Father/daughter centric post on the Mother’s day.
    Happy mother’s day.
    me- thank you so much Sir. For the generous words as well as the wishes.

  38. May 7, 2010 12:25 pm

    First time here… this is just so lovely 🙂
    me- welcome here Shilpa. Thank you so much:)

  39. May 7, 2010 2:51 pm

    You made me cry and miss my Papa
    me- (((((((hugs)))))))

    When I want to get away from all the suffocating sacrificing motherhood rambles that I hear in daily life I go to yours and read. One rocking , cool ma you are:)

  40. May 7, 2010 8:35 pm

    🙂
    me-muah!:) Read your words after long…left me with a warm glow..how almost 1 and a half years has passed na Ushus? Since we met?
    ((hugs))

  41. May 10, 2010 12:05 am

    Touching, AP ! 🙂
    I completely agree….AND identify with it…

    Of course a lot of points dont apply to my dad…but the idea behind it definitely does!!! Lovely! 🙂 (((hugssssssssss)))
    me- Thanks Ash:) ((((((((hugs))))))))))Fathers have a special place all of their very own with us dont they?Hard to explain really…

  42. May 10, 2010 12:25 pm

    Thats so wonderful…..this long post on how much you adore and love your dad. There is so much to write and so less words and space, right ???

    Indyeah, its simply beautiful. BTW, did u make your dad read this ????
    me- Thanks Uma. So much to write and such less words is exactly right. Its hard to capture his essence in a few words. No. He has not read this. Sometimes its hard to explain why we stop ourselves.

    But I plan to give him the link…soon…

  43. June 12, 2010 3:48 am

    This is sooo beautiful Indyeah…it just reminded me of my Dad…
    Have always had a special place being the first born too..
    though i have always put on a brave, non emotional front.. for him.. I dont know why but that was usually the case.
    Emotions about Pa were reserved for ma.. maybe coz i knew pa would get senti if i were and i could never ever take that 🙂
    me- Thanks a lot N:)
    I so get what you are saying…..sometimes it is hard to explain na?
    (((hugs)))

  44. August 26, 2010 11:16 am

    Read it again indyeah,love u for writing this and hugssssss
    me- (((((((((((hugs))))))))))))Saritha lots of love to you and your little girls.

  45. August 28, 2010 9:56 am

    Muah
    ((((((((((hugs))))))))) Just missing you. Like hell. And more.

  46. June 15, 2014 12:26 pm

    And again 🙂
    Hugs!

    ((hugs))) back ❤

  47. June 15, 2016 10:46 am

    Oh Indyeah, that was the most wonderful tribute to a father! Your feelings that you worded ever so beautifully! It was like knowing your dad from upclose.

    You know how gifted you are!! And blessed too :)))

    ((((HUGS))))

    • June 29, 2016 12:28 am

      Thank you so much Deeps. We know the true value of our parents only when we become parents ourselves. In that sense, I have rediscovered mom and dad after becoming a mother myself.

      ((((Hugs)))))

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