Blood Is Thicker than Water

parents never express how much they actually love their kids.

                                 17^th June, 2009

 

 

Happy father's day!

 

Wish you a very happy father's day!

 

Father, I want your blessings on this auspicious day.. wish you a happy father's day!

 

blah..blah..blah...

 

I am rehersing like an absolute moron since this important day is coming nearer. At once my grey matter cries blue murder. I open a big fat theasurus, turn a few pages and there it is:

 

           father /fa'dher/ n    a male parent ; a protector who shows love, concern, etc. of a male parent; ...

 

It ring the bells.

 

"My father is not a facsimile." I wonder.

 

He, though, protects me from danger has never loved me or care for me. The angel inside me undermines the demon: may be he does not know how to express his feelings towards his little daughter or may be he does not want his love to spoil me in anyway. My mind is in a war against my mind.

 

It's evening and I haven't come to the finale. I swear, I can't. Everytime I struggle to come out of my deep thought, my soul freezes. The ceaseless nostalgia is gradually capturing each and evry emotional nerve and chopping the genes that I have inheritted from him. The connection is almost lost.

 

Till midnight my gesticulation is the same. My conscience become lethargic, body still and brown skin rigid. My baffled mind is in retrospect: he has neither held my hand nor wiped my tears; neither played hide and seek nor told me a story; neither took me to any amusing park nor stared at the starry sky with me. Whenever I look into his eyes I could never find faith for me.I don't ask for anything though he never bring me a tiny gift hitherto on my birthday.

 

"Your father was expecting a boy when you came to my world.. Do you know that?" my mother once yelled when she had a fight with him, I remember. These words start beating my eardrums rigorously. The noise is getting louder and sharper. Now it's impossible for me to bear it anymore. Both of my hands press my ears tightly and my eyes close their doors.

 

The noise gradually fades. I am feeling more relaxed. A warm pat on my back and I open my eyes. I can see someone standing alongside from the corner of my eyes. I turn back.

 

His smile declares me guilty. His hug announces a life-time imprisionment. I can't believe my father embracing me lovingly. A dark layer of shame burns my face. I'm not able to look into his eyes at that moment since the love and honesty, like a sharp razor, pierce into my vision. His rough yet affectionate fingers put a tight yet soft grip around my arm and take me to a place. A splendid room with candles of all fascinating colours and flowers welcomes me. The purple orchid is sprinkling a nice aroma. At the center of the roof there is a twinkling chandelleor giving an extra touch to the beauty of the room. it was looking so lively and cheerful and charming, ofcourse, that anyone can easily guess that it is waiting for a celebration. It is singing, dancing and tempting me to enjoy the night like the one that I can never forget till my life ends. Just below the chandellior is the real surprise- my favourite chocolate cake with my name written on it in bold font accompanied by a gift and a piece of note. The knife slowly go inside the cream and then into the heart. Both of us, me and my father, share the cake alongside a million laughs and that moment. I can't let my tears stay in my eyes. He comes close to me, blew a kiss on my forehead, whispers

 

                              "Happy Birthday,dear. Viva!"

 

My ears, those are almost dead, get life back. Blood starts flowing in my weak veins. Heart regains its equanimous beats. i am alive.

 

My eyes open up when the silver object in the sky washes my face off. I'm looking around but noone is there. I go to the other room. My father is sleeping. A sweet smile spreads over my lips. My legs turn toward my room again. What is this? Something glossy is lying on my table. Oh..it's the same gift that I saw in my dream. Wait..where is that piece of note? It should be there. I unwrap the pack and It's a purple box and a piece of paper falls down. Hey.. is this the same piece of note I'm searching for. I hastily lift it up.  I open it . Now I can recognize my father's handwritting on it. It reads:

 

                          "This is for all those b'days of yours that you reproach your dad has missed. Though my words 

                           are unable to fabricate a wish everytime, my soft and kind kind heart always sings for you. The

                           gift you are holding is not just a gift. Rather there lies the blessings for your happy and safe

                           future from your poor father.

                                     God Bless You!"     

 

 

The entire series of incidents is shocking. I open the box. I count them all. Oh, yes. I count it right. There are exactly twenty-one gold coins.

 

His love is never been lost on its way towards me. Though not in a way that I always dream of, It reaches its destination.

 

 

Author's Note

it's a fusion of reality and fanatsy. Hope you'll like it.Your reviews will definitely inspire me to go ahead.

Reviews

[Sophie]

I loved it. You're right, parents need to show children how much they really love them. An amazing and inspiring story, great job!