“It is admirable for a man to take his son fishing,but there is a special place in heaven for a father who takes his daughter shopping”… John Sinor
My father has earned his place in heaven. The first man in my life deserves nothing less. My father doated on me. Being the only child , he spent his vitality into sculpting me to his credible idea of a ‘real woman’. His savoir-faire was one that dotted the i’s and crossed the t’s and pressing. I knew ,I had to be authentic, dependable and self-reliant. At times,I found him extreme and tyrant, and wanted to defy his paternal ideas and standards. Of all the traits , fortitude was something he admired the most and he instilled that in me. This is something helps me through my trials till date. He often spoke to me about fears and his appeasing words fascinated me to my fears. His brilliant way of handling my fears made me less hesitant to be put through the wringer. He approved of any hobby or profession but I had to give my one hundred percent.
Decades have passed , the minor trials and triumphs of childhood have faded away but my moments with him haven’t. I keep reminiscing them. I don”t need an over commercialized ‘Father’s Day ” to remember him. He exists in my thoughts in my re-collection of a happy childhood or a nostalgic adult . Those memories were caught and held in the meshes of mind so impervious to time. Though he has been one with elements of nature for eight years now, he doesn’t seem to have gone too far. Whenever I want to feel close to him , I pick up from the assortment ‘ The time we spent together’ . It took me more than twenty years to understand why he was bent on molding me the way he wanted .My father was just indulging in his curiosity. He was not seeking to inspire me or enlighten me. He was just pleasing his enthusiasm and letting me on the results!