Mine!!!

Today is my man’s birthday. I’m pretty sure this love I have for him is not just from this life, I think he was my baby or someone I dearly loved even in my past lives.

I remember the day he day he shouted at me for the very first time, I was crying at the school gate, we were already late and he said ‘Stop Crying’ a little louder and that’s it, I was heartbroken. I remember feeling devastated. I think I was mad at him for a day until he bought an ice-cream that made things right!

He made me feel like a princess. Always. Even when our reality was far from a fairy tale, he made us feel like we’re part of one.

So when my daughter asks me for stories, I don’t tell her fairy tales. I tell her about our family tales instead, the struggles, the happy times, our first house and all the houses we’ve moved, our holidays, our Saturday evenings, dad’s operations, his survival, my feelings, mom’s grit, Avaneesh & I fighting over the silliest of things, Nanamma & Tatayya, Osmania Professor quarters, those lawns and backyards, Goodlands, our pets and every little detail that I can think of. These are her favourite stories. She’s like a sponge absorbing all the essence and I think that’s how we live on! 

There are also many other intangible things he provided me with, that I’m thankful for – to Work Hard, Dream Big, Work Ethics, to never compare or complain and a million other things I discover now and then. I can’t say I’m just happy being his daughter, I’m also super proud!

We don’t have long conversations about life or anything in particular (except may be Indian History and other related topics – He can talk the longest on these subjects) but I dwell in those little moments we have together. He’s my oasis! I feel complete when we’re all together.

But I’m living the most difficult decision I’ve made and it’s been over a year I’ve seen him but I try to find some momentary solace in the idea that we’d see each other, probably go on a vacation again, watch movies together, make dinner together or have that morning cup of tea together and in those few minutes, to be a kid again, forget all about adulting and the numerous responsibilities that come with it! Those few minutes are my fuel!

Given a choice to be a daughter of Bill Gates/Ambani/Amitabh Bachhan/ Modi or God himself, I’d always and always choose you Nanna! 

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