The Daughter Me!!

Was sitting by his side, watching a typical daily soap..the boring half an hour of the day! Why?! The episodes, even if you miss a week of them, you will get the story, because it would be revolving around the same topic, the one where you left a week ago..

Anyways, we both were not fond of it.. but use to watch it sometime, with an intention to mock at it and laugh on our own silly jokes and sarcasm on it.. That day, daughter of the Protagonist was getting married..and so the emotion involved was that of a Father and a Daughter!!  Not something to be mocked at!! So we both were sitting silently..

And the silence led me to the old yet freshly scented boulevard of memories.. memories of him and me..father and daughter..
The pain he use to enjoy, to carry me in his arms, almost every time we were on a outing, even though I was a heavy kid.. The way he use to carry me everyday from the sofa to bed, very cautiously, so as not to wake me up.. The toil he cherished, almost every winter night, to help me breathe through the blocked nose.. The never-mentioned trouble of doing up-down from distant work places, just because he wanted to see his angel every night, was something only he could have done.. The luxuries, he never afforded for himself, voluntarily, so that his princess gets best of the luxuries.. The fights, he never wanted to get into, but involved himself in, just to protect his little doll..

And with the tears rolling down on my hand, from his eyes..I was brought back from the boulevard.. In the Idiot box, I saw the scene of a daughter's farewell from the Father's house, after marriage..

Tears explained themselves...

I am not a writer today... I am just the daughter!!

PS : Apologies readers, do not have words to complete it..

Inspiration Courtesy : The Man who made me what I am today!! Love you Dad... AND.. Bhaai!! Love you too.. You are no different!!!