For me its Fatherhood...💓

How Happy do i Look? 

The Man in this picture is not my Grand Daddy but my Daddy, my Papa.

Since the day i have gained consciousness, i have seen him by my side, always....

From giving me a bath in the tub,to feeding me milk from the bottle,  taking me for a morning walk in his arms, watching rabbits with him in the garden, to cherishing the view of water fountains, giving me scooter rides, to taking me to school and back.

I grew up in his arms and played all sorts of games with him.

 Fom the time he being my favourite horse to ride upon to playing chowka Bhara, papa i grew up.

There was a time when i used to sit with him on sundays and he used to open up our favourite Black suitcase, where he preserved all my childhood memories.

The miniature coke bottle, Cricket eraser set, small shells, pebbles, lighting boat and clapping monkey toy.

He was the only man in my life, i have no bad memories with, or the memories where he has scolded me ever. I was certainly his favourite.

I remember the time when he used to pick me up from my second house ( which i do not consider as house) every Friday evening, after work. For him, i was his princess and he always used to wait for those friday evenings, when he could see me and take me home with him.

I have suffered the majors but with him in my childhood memories, i sometimes wish to revist the good old days.

Sadly, i have lost him recently.

And i knew this gonna happen some day, but somehow my heart is just not ready to accept it completely. 

I am noticing few Changes in myself.

I am becoming cranky, short tempered again ..

If God could hear me for once, i just have a single request, having born   to him in the next birth as a girl child.

He held me tight and gave me all the love he has to offer

Papa, i will never forget how you actually treated me like yours only Daughter.

Om Shanti🙏