Baba
I read somewhere that the heart of a father is the masterpiece of nature. I was too young to understand what it meant, maybe I'm still too young, but I understand now. We've always written so much about our mothers. we've seen and heard and read and spoken about the bond we share with mothers, about the way they shape our lives, about their importance, about a lot of things. But in all the humdrum about mothers, we seem to sideline another parent, the father. Now, I'm not undermining the mom's here. they're definitely very important. But today, I'd like to really talk about my leading man here, my Father.
I don't know if a simple Thank You is enough to suffice for everything that you have done for me. But even though it doesn't, Thank you.
Thank you for putting up with me every time I was hard to bear as a kid, when you were still, patient and kind, even with all the tantrums and never-ending list of wishes. Thank you for never complaining about waking up at odd times to drop me to school practices and college trips, for saving me from mom's wrath every time I did something stupid, for all the piggy back rides that you gave me, and for ever ice-cream, every chocolate that you got me just to make me smile, when I was upset.
You've always let me take the stage while you were standing somewhere in the sidelines and the shadows, only to make sure that I shine, and shine brighten every time than the last. There are a thousand things that I should Thank you for, like a loving home to live in or for all the hours you put in, working hard, only so we can be happy, but if I begin now, this would never end. And since we're talking about you here, I think I should also use this place to apologize to you.
I want to apologize for being a crazy, stubborn teenager, who took reckless decisions, and ended up being hurt which only caused you to be hurt, as well.
I apologize for for all the times I wouldn't tell you about my problems, which only made you feel less important, but honestly, I was only trying to not unload my problems on you, never realizing how you felt like less of a father whenever I did that.
There are times we don't get each other, and I am sorry for all the times I have been rude and immature and have said things I didn't mean.
You've seen me succeed and you've watched me fail. You've gloried in my triumphs and you've cried when you've seen me cry. But most of all, you've always, always been there. You're not one of those fathers who spends a lot of times with their kids or someone who always makes it a point to have long conversations with us. In other words, you're a man of few words. Yes, having a father of few words is difficult, but it also means that the few words that you say are always genuine and true. You don't offer me a lot of advice, but the little that you do, is worth thousands of cheesy "you'll do it again" moments. You've always told me "as your father it is m job to teach and protect you, but ultimately you need to make your own choices." You've never coddled me and told me what I need to do, but rather you supported me and let me spread my wings, always letting me know that if I fell, you'll be there to catch me. And because of your few words, I have been able to grow into a into a person who is confident in her choices.
You're the first guy I've loved and that part of my being will always belong to you. Nobody can take that away. And maybe it is too much to ask for, too much to wish for, but if I ever fall in love, I hope to fall in love with a guy exactly like you (minus the snoring part, though). Everyone has a lot to say about who I go after, But I know that I'm your daughter; yours and mom's equally.
The proof is in my face, an undeniable carbon cop of yours but in a slightly softer female form. It is in my fierce opinions, my quick flashes of temper and impatience, and my tendency to find peace in strange places. It is in my predisposition to feel sentiment deeply and shut down silently. You and I both try to solve problems as wordlessly as possible. You are also the most philanthropic person in the world, and I give you hell about it, but I have the same problem. I secretly think it's one of your sweetest, most endearing qualities.
Every little girl grows up looking up to her dad, and well, I have still not stopped. You've never called me your "princess", maybe because you didn't want it to get to my head or maybe because you're way too realistic, but have never treated me lesser than one.
Lastly, I just want you to know that I am so honored to be your daughter. You made me brave, you taught me how to think for myself, and you taught me how to laugh and be goofy even when life is handing me lemons. you taught me that it's always best to be yourself instead of pretending to be someone you are not. You taught me that the truth is always, always, always better than a lie, and that simple manners go a long way. You taught me to always stand by what I believed in. And you taught me that knowing about cricket, table tennis and tennis goes a long way when I have to live with you.
I want you to know that I love you so much, and that I could not have asked for a better man to raise me. You are a wonderful father, and even though you are not physically with me everywhere I go, I know that you'll be waiting for me when I come back home.
I don't know if a simple Thank You is enough to suffice for everything that you have done for me. But even though it doesn't, Thank you.
Thank you for putting up with me every time I was hard to bear as a kid, when you were still, patient and kind, even with all the tantrums and never-ending list of wishes. Thank you for never complaining about waking up at odd times to drop me to school practices and college trips, for saving me from mom's wrath every time I did something stupid, for all the piggy back rides that you gave me, and for ever ice-cream, every chocolate that you got me just to make me smile, when I was upset.
You've always let me take the stage while you were standing somewhere in the sidelines and the shadows, only to make sure that I shine, and shine brighten every time than the last. There are a thousand things that I should Thank you for, like a loving home to live in or for all the hours you put in, working hard, only so we can be happy, but if I begin now, this would never end. And since we're talking about you here, I think I should also use this place to apologize to you.
I want to apologize for being a crazy, stubborn teenager, who took reckless decisions, and ended up being hurt which only caused you to be hurt, as well.
I apologize for for all the times I wouldn't tell you about my problems, which only made you feel less important, but honestly, I was only trying to not unload my problems on you, never realizing how you felt like less of a father whenever I did that.
There are times we don't get each other, and I am sorry for all the times I have been rude and immature and have said things I didn't mean.
You've seen me succeed and you've watched me fail. You've gloried in my triumphs and you've cried when you've seen me cry. But most of all, you've always, always been there. You're not one of those fathers who spends a lot of times with their kids or someone who always makes it a point to have long conversations with us. In other words, you're a man of few words. Yes, having a father of few words is difficult, but it also means that the few words that you say are always genuine and true. You don't offer me a lot of advice, but the little that you do, is worth thousands of cheesy "you'll do it again" moments. You've always told me "as your father it is m job to teach and protect you, but ultimately you need to make your own choices." You've never coddled me and told me what I need to do, but rather you supported me and let me spread my wings, always letting me know that if I fell, you'll be there to catch me. And because of your few words, I have been able to grow into a into a person who is confident in her choices.
You're the first guy I've loved and that part of my being will always belong to you. Nobody can take that away. And maybe it is too much to ask for, too much to wish for, but if I ever fall in love, I hope to fall in love with a guy exactly like you (minus the snoring part, though). Everyone has a lot to say about who I go after, But I know that I'm your daughter; yours and mom's equally.
The proof is in my face, an undeniable carbon cop of yours but in a slightly softer female form. It is in my fierce opinions, my quick flashes of temper and impatience, and my tendency to find peace in strange places. It is in my predisposition to feel sentiment deeply and shut down silently. You and I both try to solve problems as wordlessly as possible. You are also the most philanthropic person in the world, and I give you hell about it, but I have the same problem. I secretly think it's one of your sweetest, most endearing qualities.
Every little girl grows up looking up to her dad, and well, I have still not stopped. You've never called me your "princess", maybe because you didn't want it to get to my head or maybe because you're way too realistic, but have never treated me lesser than one.
Lastly, I just want you to know that I am so honored to be your daughter. You made me brave, you taught me how to think for myself, and you taught me how to laugh and be goofy even when life is handing me lemons. you taught me that it's always best to be yourself instead of pretending to be someone you are not. You taught me that the truth is always, always, always better than a lie, and that simple manners go a long way. You taught me to always stand by what I believed in. And you taught me that knowing about cricket, table tennis and tennis goes a long way when I have to live with you.
I want you to know that I love you so much, and that I could not have asked for a better man to raise me. You are a wonderful father, and even though you are not physically with me everywhere I go, I know that you'll be waiting for me when I come back home.
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