I am neither very eloquent with my feelings nor a prolific writer, but I can say in the simplest words that ‘I do love you’. Having lost mummy when I was seven years old, your love and warmth has always protectively enveloped me. Never once have I
doubted your love.
You have never been vocal and demonstrative about your feelings but you have always been the solid rock I leaned against in times of trouble. I still remember how I annoyed you about everything after Mummy’s death. How you silently suffered. I have
always lashed out at you at every opportunity. I feel sorry about it now.
Be it a difficult Mathematics problem, a Physics Ray diagram, a declamation competition or the doll’s broken arm –you have always been there for me.
A lot of heartbreaks in life were borne with stoic silence by you. The jovial smile, the wave and the nod never needed words to be understood.
I can still hear you humming ‘’Hey Jude, don’t make it bad…’ by Beatles or whistling the signature tune of the song “Ye shaam mastani, madhosh kiye jaye…”
I might have been Papa’s girl, but you cleverly moulded me into a strong, considerate and self dependent girl. You never let success or loss affect me. You taught me to firmly and confidently move ahead in life in spite of all the hardships.
Together, we have felt love and joy, laughter and respect,
We have borne pain and torture, felt despair and disrespect,
We have been harassed and belittled, suffered sarcasm and neglect,
We have seen uncountable shades of life,
We have witnessed numerous sunrises and sunsets,
But those dark clouds of grief did not deter us,
Because it was rainbow that tempted us….
I still do not crack or crumble under pressure,
I still hold my head high, stand tall and erect,
A picture of serenity and strength.
Thank you Papa for making me #TheWomanThatIAm!!!!!
I miss you.