Strings of love..

Yesterday I saw this balloon wala and I wanted one just like old times.... but he was no where to buy me that… So I bought it myself thinking that he would be happy to see that I haven’t changed a bit!!


I would cling on to him so hard when he went to drop me to the kindergarten that the teacher could never take me away from him...


He taught me what to do and what not to do. He taught me what is good and bad. He taught me how to speak, how to write, how to walk, how to run... I remember one day the teacher in school taught me how to spell my name and I came home and told him the way my name should be spelt!! :) And he said very good… and that made me so happy because there was something that even he didn’t know…


“I want that balloon….” I would cry and I got it. To buy new school bag, pencil case, lunch box, water bottle, I would always want to go him rather than mom because he would let me buy whatever I liked…. Unlike mum, who would be worried for her budget… ;) But when the teacher wrote a complain note in the dairy, I would go to mum instead of him because for him I was his good daughter, who would not do anything wrong!!! Of course at the end of the day mum told him everything… But he never let me know that he knew all…


He would take care of everything and never even once did we have to worry for anything in life. When I took admission in college, he still came to drop me the first day, just like he had done throughout school... and it was such a relief that nothing would go wrong and no one could rag me… Mum said that he should drop me to college everyday, but he said that I was old enough… :)


Birthday presents for him would be either a pen holder for his desk, or a keychain for his car keys…and he would be so excited to take them!!


He taught me to be independent, to fight for what is wrong, help others in need, to respect my elders… He taught me all the values I have today.


Everyone says that he is not with us anymore, but I can still feel him around me. He’s always there with me to guide me through hard times and to tell me things that I don’t know…


I miss you papa…