...So less that i can say ,, but yet so much that i mean..

“One more assignment for this weekend guys, check your mails , hard copy submission by Monday”, - announced our module coordinator.    “Oh no ..!..our   Sunday is spoiled again”!  someone  from the back yelled“ and it was true -  even I , no more liked this   word –‘Assignment’, I  had made plans to go home for this weekend …”  why don’t we ever  get a free weekend….? suddenly everything around me  looked strange… I realised I was standing outside our college office.
                  I took a keen look around , it was weird ,everyone looked  at me, at once..!  was  something wrong with me?, m I looking bad or funny? Then why was I getting those glares? There was silence and no one grumbled anymore.
                Ghurr…..rr , now  I could only hear the noise of the grinder ,oh  God ! what’s happening to me ? …thad …! my head banged against the head rest of the bed , i opened my eyes, I could just see my bathroom door….i took a deep breath….. haa …I never thought bathroom door would ever make me smile….but it did.., looking at it I realised I was HOME… and that  assignment ,those people , those glares were all  just a nightmare..!!
                It was a beautiful Sunday morning because I was home. It was  8:15 am and I was no more sleepy..  I went out to the hall and was so glad to see my dad. He was sitting on the sofa ,reading the news paper .”Good morning papa”- I said , and like always he smiled and hugged me tight…I swear I crave for his hug every Sunday, rather everyday…!
                I remember a day when my mom ,read out to me an article on ‘FATHER’ .And While reading it, her voice had toned down. After a certain time I could not hear any words that she tried to speak her voice went shriller – she was missing her dad- my grandpa…  no sooner did we both realise that tears trickled down from both our eyes.....

 
            That was the 1^st time ever, she shared with me ,how much she misses her dad and family. Her tears did not stop from rolling down her cheeks .She went on and on and finally she related it to me and my papa.. –she told me about those lovely moments that she cherished when I was born. She told me how glad papa was when he first held me in his hands...sorry not in his hands,-just on his palms-I was barely that tiny she said…- he was scared to hold me, he was  happy to see me, his hands were shivering, and he had no words to say…she said that it was the happiest moment of his life..!

                Mom told me ,how long she had awaited to share with me all these memories. she wanted me to know how much papa loves me..,that article she read was a perfect way she could convey me all that wanted to tell me…. As a child, I seriously thought  that papa happily punished me wen he put me to boarding….but I could not believe my mom when she told me that papa could not act to be stronger and  had burst out crying in the car itself ,when he 1^st left me in the boarding school…..

To be continued

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...It was difficult for him to stay away from me ...but all that he knew , was that, this distance was gonna make me ‘SOME BODY’ one day ..!

        Parents always want the best for their children , so did he. He managed the best for me even if it was out of his reach. All that he did for me was so much more ,than all that i deserved...
I so wanna make him proud of me .. 
                I have come across many poems, songs, essays ,scripts, etc on moms. It’s a fact that generally mothers are credited for everything that is related to a family….and yes offcourse they do deserve it.  But fathers  are very rarely spoken of…(or maybe I was unfortunate to  come across just few  of such poems or articles written on dad’s)….
                I am not a poet neither am i a writer but m just a little daughter of the Best dad  in the world. And today I want to pour my heart to tell him how much I love him. He is the one because of whom,  my brothers and i can bravely face this world, he is the one for whom  my mom dresses up each day and believe me she looks  so simple and  pretty.
                God blessed me with  a beautiful family…. But I have few complaints to make - He taught me to stay with my family but not  how to stay without them…..   
                Staying away from home had brought me more closer to home. It had become hard to accept  the fact that I will have to get married and  leave my family one day . Marriage is considered as a beautiful phase but I believed that  it's ‘a punishment’ for  girls…I knew I  will have to change my sir name one day…! I liked , when people called out to me with my Sir name,  I crave for that today …..
                Phases of  life were changing  in some years life was gonna change completely…i started to think about all this from the day mummy introduced me to the hidden girl in her….,i know it will be difficult to accept.... but I will have to accept it  and all those emotional  young girls, who are reading this blog  will some day have to accept  the fact that these may be the last few years …..and  than  life’s will change !
                 Its still easy to write what I feel and think … but words fail me when I so wanna tell my dad and mom that I love them so much…!

I dedicate this blog to all those who are very attached to their parents… specially  all daddy’s girls..!

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My heart  started to beat fast .. … ' that’s it , I have to go now… '- I kept thinking- maybe that was the last time I looked in the mirror  as a spinster..! i expected my cousins sisters to be at the door .i expected them to take me out … thoughts gushed into my mind and  finally I opened the door…..
                DAD was at the door.… .. he is always there for me …and at the correct time always..!He looked at me and gave me a hug, his eyes were num and his voice was low….as a spinster  that was the last time, i spent  time with my dad.
                He asked me whether  I was happy or no , he tried to get a smile on my face as he always did..,pampered me and  told me that he loves me more than anyone in the world….

    Every thing was perfect that that day… my wedding was exactly the way my I had dreamt. It is so true that a girl’s life has 7 phases… I had stepped into the next  phase of my life.…

  Winters had  passed , I had a new home and a new sir name now . i had adjusted well with my new family. I often met Sherly,  jaspreet and  shaazia . The other day we came across the same conversation and  we all had many things to share about the our last few hours as Spinster…!!

And today life is totally different ........

some rymes for life..

Dad,You're the Best!

Dad, you’ve been there when no one was
You are my guiding light
You make me believe I’m special
You show me the path that’s right.

Life is a tortuous path
But you help me get through
You’ve taught me to learn,
To dream and to try too

Valuable lessons of life
I’ve learnt from you
You’ve helped me face challenges
And get out as a winner too

You help me bring out
The best in me, always
We have great memories together,
Memorable times and days

For all the joy and delight,
Dad, I thank you
You are the best,
I love you!