he is responsible for everything.. and he has his share in everything.. and in magnanimous amount..
responsible
he painted my picture of how "he" is supposed to be.. and i believed that "he" is always supposed to be like my "picture".. and all the "he"s are supposed to be like my "picture".. so when, my fellow mates gave me a picture of "him" that was different from mine, i never believed that it could ever be possible! that was my degree of conviction.. and i still have the "picture".. fresh as ever.. painted forever in my mind and soul.. i close my eyes, and i still picture "him" like that.. and that is my earliest and my very first memories of "him"..
and even way back then, that's how i believed, "Dad"s are supposed to be!
i see him in crisp sky blue half sleeved shirt, neatly combed hair, leaning over me to kiss me good-bye, and leaving for office at 0830.. he'll come back home at 2000, and he's supposed to seek me out, the first thing.. i may be under the bed, behind the doors, in the dark store-room, under the table, squished between the tiny gap of the two trunks.. and he always finds me! and then, we'll go together to keep his briefcase, aim his socks and kerchief, all rolled in a ball, to the clothes basket with a kick! and then, we'll both wash our hands with generous amount of soap and dry them off.. then he'll sit for tea, and i'll sit for dinner.. he'll brush my teeth, and then tuck me in, with the parting words,"goodnight.. sweet dreams.. see you!"
that's my perfect "picture".. and it's only now, i realise that he had set a very high standard for himself.. and for all other "Dad"s to match..
the "picture" is still pretty much the same.. except that he has now ditched those sky blue half sleeved shirts, and now dons his favourite checkered blue Arrow.. and sometimes some other colours as well.. he now looks at the 'bright' sides.. he'll still call out his 'good-byes' to the sleepyhead me while leaving for office.. and if i'm not home when he returns, he makes it a point to wait up for me.. the hide-n-seek has traded places with long conversations, saddled with jokes and puns and sarcasm all over.. and the 'goodnights' have undergone a role reversal.. he is the one to crash before me..
but everything else is still the same..
he is still the best man that i'm fortunate enough to cross paths with..
he may not be the 'world's' best dad.. but he is the Best for me.. and he is the World for me..!
responsible
he painted my picture of how "he" is supposed to be.. and i believed that "he" is always supposed to be like my "picture".. and all the "he"s are supposed to be like my "picture".. so when, my fellow mates gave me a picture of "him" that was different from mine, i never believed that it could ever be possible! that was my degree of conviction.. and i still have the "picture".. fresh as ever.. painted forever in my mind and soul.. i close my eyes, and i still picture "him" like that.. and that is my earliest and my very first memories of "him"..
and even way back then, that's how i believed, "Dad"s are supposed to be!
i see him in crisp sky blue half sleeved shirt, neatly combed hair, leaning over me to kiss me good-bye, and leaving for office at 0830.. he'll come back home at 2000, and he's supposed to seek me out, the first thing.. i may be under the bed, behind the doors, in the dark store-room, under the table, squished between the tiny gap of the two trunks.. and he always finds me! and then, we'll go together to keep his briefcase, aim his socks and kerchief, all rolled in a ball, to the clothes basket with a kick! and then, we'll both wash our hands with generous amount of soap and dry them off.. then he'll sit for tea, and i'll sit for dinner.. he'll brush my teeth, and then tuck me in, with the parting words,"goodnight.. sweet dreams.. see you!"
that's my perfect "picture".. and it's only now, i realise that he had set a very high standard for himself.. and for all other "Dad"s to match..
the "picture" is still pretty much the same.. except that he has now ditched those sky blue half sleeved shirts, and now dons his favourite checkered blue Arrow.. and sometimes some other colours as well.. he now looks at the 'bright' sides.. he'll still call out his 'good-byes' to the sleepyhead me while leaving for office.. and if i'm not home when he returns, he makes it a point to wait up for me.. the hide-n-seek has traded places with long conversations, saddled with jokes and puns and sarcasm all over.. and the 'goodnights' have undergone a role reversal.. he is the one to crash before me..
but everything else is still the same..
he is still the best man that i'm fortunate enough to cross paths with..
he may not be the 'world's' best dad.. but he is the Best for me.. and he is the World for me..!
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