Not without papa

Every night as a child(in fact even now) , i waited for my father to come say goodnight to me.I would hear him as he moved around the house switching off the lights ,shooting the bolts.It was as if to make sure that he had barricaded his family against burglars and every venomous creature that inhabited the planet earth.

If mother is the one who taught me how to love and be loved.....its from my father that i learn t to be generous ,sharing and being disciplined...I think of how my father liked to take me for long scooter rides... Most Sundays ,we would ride a long way to monda market and return in time for breakfast..we seldom spoke;the breeze would have snatched our words anyway.My father seemed to need those little excursions more than i did.stifled by the routine of the everyday,he seemed to need to breathe.......i always as a child thought that 1 day i would work in his office...sharing the same desk carrying each others tiffin boxes.....I always want to understand how he became a perfect husband he was,and how he knew to be the exemplary father...did it come to him naturally or did he have to work hard for role playing?how did he know that he needed to give us a chocolate bar eat time we went to a kirana shop.

what went on his mind as he was teaching me maths so as to complete my homework? what was he thinking every time he took the ball so that i can bat? was it his chance to be a boy again? or was it merely helping his child who stared at odds and ends and bawled "what can i make with this?" The most precious moment with him was when he hit me once for being too naughty.That was the first and the last time he hit me..but that was when i realized how much he loved me.

When it comes to our parents especially father , i think even the most spirited amongst us turn in to arch conservative. We view them with uncompromising eyes that would make most perfect of gods flinch.Fragility ,vulnerability are what others fathers may be guilty of...Not ones own..... Happy fathers day papa....