Today, it seems so boring, especially when you have no sorts
of fun and enjoyment at weekend. Suddenly, an incident flashed onto my mind; it
was about 13th November 2014, my dad’s birthday. I’ve been planning
for that day, since some days; when his date of birth sparkled to my brain. I
was very keen and excited, but being a teenager, I couldn’t do much for him.
So, at last, but not the least, I decided to compose for a rhyme for him.
The following were engraved onto paper by my hands:-
“To the most loving and
caring,
In whose memory, blessings to
god for my wellness lay,
Who always dreams to see me
happy and laughing,
To that great man, it’s my
fortune to say—
In this winter night; when
winds are crept chilling,
With warm wishes, HAPPY
BIRTHDAY.”
At about 2130 hours, when my homework and some learning had quite
finished, I decided to post that to his timeline, as, you know, I was quite a
bit shy, presenting that thing straight forward to him.
When I demanded his iphone, -as my PC had been quite offended- his
first question, at the moment of my request was, “why do you want this? It
seems only for the wastage of time; that doesn’t fits well to the frame for a student,
like you. Tell me what’s the matter; if it seems genuine, that would be
handover to you. But first, give me the reason.”
Hearing this, my heart’s island that was being blessed by the gentle
ray of hope and happiness were seemed to disappear off from eyes, as now clouds
of doubts seems to snatch that light; and from them, rains of despair and lose
were glancing; preparing to fall as aggressively- for to be sculptured into a
tornado that could destroy the shore off, leaving all my dreams broken and all
my faith; shattered.
But, I can’t blame him- or anyone in this world- but I want to thank
god, so as he gave to me, someone that cares so to me, of whose love and
affection had so far been protecting me from the evils of this world, and in
whose shade I’d been my life with all greatest pleasures, acquiring all the
wishes and happiness that exist.
But still, I can’t wind up the needed courage and ability to reply
genuinely to his question, but with a burning desire, to at least wish him
through my rhyme, my mind went busy after thinking; for a couple of seconds,
and I said, “it’s a matter of great deal, papa. I’d to hangout with some very
important tasks, that I can’t tell you now, but you would soon know, what the
matter all about is.”
My dad, being well aware of my habit of asking his phone and then being
busy for a great deal of time, in chatting, hangouts with friends, updating
status, and all sorts of things, replied in an elderly manner, “You doesn’t
seems to make a good use of assets.” After saying this, he went on to sleep;
for the wall clock was ticking around 11 PM on its face, the time had became of
taking a long nap, especially when someone got tired from the great deal of
work involved.
Then, the scene went awkwardly changed, I tell, I used to be quite a
bit emotional, I was very keen to wish him through virtual world, but now, it
can’t be done, just ‘cause I’ve not told him the reason for my demand. My
father is an awesome person; his innocence, attitude, personality, just can’t
be described in any book in words; through any pen.
But sometimes, my mind seems to become more than “enough” emotional; I
became sad of that incident, as I can’t wish birthday to the person I loved
most. I straight went on for a sleep. In that solitary, dark room, I was laid
flat on the bed, trying to stop my emotions to come out as tears off my eyes. After
a minute or two, I felt someone’s touch, I rubbed off tears from my eyes and
then imitated as if I had slept. Then someone woke me up; it was my dad.
He asked, “Have you taken your supplements?”
I replied, “No.”
He said, “Okay then, take them..... Eh, wait a second, i’m bringing
that for you.”
Then he came back, watching me with his innocent eyes; waiting for me
to take them from him and eat them. After i’d taken them all, he went to bed
for sleep. Instantly, my emotions had changed to that of happiness, and my
mind, that was confused within its thoughts few minutes ago, relaxed.
At that night, i really understood his presence, for i was just a teenager,
who really can’t measure the depths of love of him for me.
Writer:-
Shivam Jha
Shivam Jha
