Tag: Daughter

  • Mother

    Lyla showed her mom the drawings she and her friends at the daycare had made that day, one of them on the swings, one on the slide and two on the seesaw. Elizabeth asked ” which one are you on?” ” am playing with ben on the seesaw!!!” Lyla said jumping around giddily. Elizabeth was pleased that her daughter was able to make new friends and adjust comfortably surprisingly quick as they had moved to the new place just five months ago. It was hard for Lyla to make friends at their old place and as a child she did not open up to people much, Elizabeth was relieved that finally her daughter was able to mix with kids her age and did not have to worry constantly.

    Being a single mother was hard but, for Elizabeth her daughter was her priority. She wanted to give her the best education and a better childhood than hers, a place where both of them can live comfortably and her daughter can grow up happy. Elizabeth was juggling two jobs so that she can save enough money to send Lyla to a private school the next academic year, but having two jobs meant she hardly ever got to see her daughter and spent time with her. she kept on telling herself that everything would work out in the longer run and just needed to work hard for her daughter. 

    The weekends were the only time they got to spend time with each other properly. During that time Lyla used to tell all kinds of stories from the daycare and how much she was learning there, Elizabeth read her stories and let Lyla help with cooking food, they spent the whole time engaging in fun mother-daughter activities and for Elizabeth it felt like them doing all kinds of activities together was her way of making up for the time she was missing with her daughter during the weekdays. She was satisfied with the fact that Lyla was able to adapt quick.

    Elizabeth dropped Lyla off everyday at the daycare and picked her up every evening. One fine Monday she decided to accompany Lyla to the playground to meet her friends whom she hadn’t met before because usually she is always in a hurry to drop her off. At the playground Elizabeth asked where her friends were sitting, “They’re all there” Lyla said pointing to an empty corner of the field.  

  • Girl From The Dice

    Girl From The Dice

    The story tells the feelings of a father on seeing the thought process of his teen aged daughter; the pride of a father on his daughter’s confidence and motivation!!

     

    The girl in her teens, with dark brown eyes that are deep like ocean, with her elegance in walk as if caring for the dignity of mother earth in each step, sparkles of confidence in her face, went on to the dice to speak. Clad in a blue coloured dress she adjusted the mike, cleared her throat, getting the nod from the panel to start, she addressed the mass,

    “Respected Jury members and my dear friends, today I am pleased enough to have this opportunity to stand here and speak about the most important and at the same time obscured topic of women empowerment.

    I would like to cite the following points for my stand in favour of women empowerment. First of all, I would like to make it clear that women empowerment according to me means to bring women in equal terms as men, just like the other half. It doesn’t at all mean to give women a reservation, which in fact according to me means a silver spoon and demeans their potential, nor is it to make the domestic violence case only applicable to violence against females by males nor is it to give monopolistic power to women to exploit men in cases of molestation, because there are many cases fought in courts where the accused men are quite innocent yet fall prey to some tricks of some women.

    As per me, women should be given the same rights to freedom and to live their life their way.

    If the society can accept a man as a professional cook, then there should not be any problem if the same man cooks at his home or if a lady walks in the street being a business woman or an administrative officer.

    By women empowerment I mean if a lady needs to do all the job of household after returning from her work, because it’s her home, then the man residing there should also take half of the responsibility and help her cook. Everything should be divided as the home is of both the persons.

    Again at another stance women empowerment is not just to enhance diversity by expanding the mere presence in numbers but giving equal scope and opportunity. The way Kiran Mazoomdar Shaw, the CEO and founder of Biocon, was denied of a bank loan as a woman entrepreneur and asked to bring a male guarantor for the loan, same shouldn’t happen again on the name of empowerment. The way politics in the top hierarchy plays its role with a stereotyped belief as women being inefficient and incapable, that should be condemned for the responsibility of building of those businessmen and the founders once nested on the shoulders of women.

    Women don’t need to be worshipped as Goddesses but they need to be treated as human beings.

    We talk a lot about empowering them and enabling them to stand on their own, but they need to climb and walk and run, quite far way ahead is what we forget. Our society has come to such a point where half of our population, to be specific the women of our society feel far less confident in comparison to men and they feel humiliated when appreciated for their performance in the field of professional work. The effect of the legacy of our beliefs and dominance has become such that we make half of our population numb enough to stand to compete, there only we are defeated as a race of humans.

    Leaving apart the legacy from the past, we are yet far behind in equalizing the salaries. The same job if done by a woman will get less remuneration in comparison to men. There is absolutely no logic behind it except our thought process. If in today’s world Sheryl Sandberg writes that her employer said her that it is a profitable business on his part to get the same job done with a similar brain in half of the price; I guess we all understand the gravity of the issue, how deep rooted this problem is in our thought process.

    Women empowerment doesn’t mean to worship ladies or give them the silver spoon it means to give them a human like treatment before thinking about their gender, it means to not have the power to donate a girl to anybody else as the custom of ‘kanyadan’ goes, it means not to think or make them think that they are the responsibility of somebody else. It’s about making them powerful enough, both physically and mentally, if only one doubts their power; and giving them the choice to lead their life their way, be accountable for themselves and get the gentlemen under the same scrutiny as to be decent enough to behave and not eve-tease as well as to be respectful to human beings despite gender. At the end it’s about cultivating humanity in its true sense; treating everyone equally.

    Thank you for your patience.”

    She walked down the stairs and The audience was astounded at the clarity of her thoughts, the hall was silent and a man was wiping his tears, sitting there with contentment. He was looking at the girl more and more intensely as if trying to read her thoughts and relate her views to the life she has led. His daughter, the one who when born was despised so much by his community that he even had second thoughts for a moment regarding her birth, but today he realised how big a blunder it would have been if he had let her go and fight with her destiny just like many others!

    The girl, his daughter, who had always made him proud to be a father would have been abandoned and he would have never realized the thoughts of a lady so well.

    His one right decision had the potential to make wonders and those wonders were visible now to him, clear and distinct. He made a right decision by educating this person, who not only changed his view points of doubt and prejudice but also is in a mission to bring a new direction to the society. Her words might be sweet, her face might be tender with innocence, her gestures might be pure and naïve but her logic was enough to shake the belief system of the world. If girls will be empowered this way, our nation or world will never be any drearier.

    Just when he was too pensive in his world of thoughts that the girl called out, “Papa, you are here! You didn’t tell me you would come! You heard my speech? How was it??”

    He kept on looking at her and just said, “Yes, it was awesome!”

    He hugged her with pride and serenity.

  • If Words Were Enough

    If Words Were Enough

    The story lingers around a father daughter relationship.


    “What have you done to your hair, Jamie?” Catechized Annie with a simper on her beautiful pale skinned face.
    “What…WHAT happened, my love?” He cross questioned with a bewildered look.
    “Those pins and rubber bands? What are you up to?” Giggled Annie expecting an explanation for those colourful hairpins and pony tails on his hair.

    “Ha-ha… Ohh these  …” and suddenly he was interrupted by a sweet little voice of their three year old daughter” Dada…Sit … I have not yet completed.” The culprit for that look of her Dad came running out of her room with her tiny right hand open towards the person she wanted to show her creativity on and her innocent eyes were convincing enough for Jamie to look as stupid as his daughter wanted him to be. 

    A tear rolled down from the eyes of a grown up Sarah when that sweet childhood memory made her realize how her Dada left no stone unturned for her happiness. The door of her room opened up and Jamie came in on his wheelchair.” Why are you crying darling?” Asked an anxious father to his daughter on her wedding day.” I will miss you “she said in her choked up voice and Jamie could not stop his tears.

    He could not walk for a next few months as he had an accident while driving to his job. A lavish wedding waited up with the bride looking the most beautiful girl in the world. An August wedding with the white theme and a beautiful tent in the lawn waited for the bride to complete the ceremony. Jamie had a surprise for the girl he loved the most in this world.

    The wheelchair was given up and he stood up with his legs shaking to accompany his daughter hand in hand for the ceremony.

    Taken aback by her Dad’s surprise Sarah started crying like an infant and her Dada hugged her tight taking her to the stage.
    He took out a piece of paper from his black suit and started to recite a poem.
    “Ahmm… Attention please…This is for you My Princess “said a shaking voice of a father for whom his daughter was the world.

    “I Saw It in Your Eyes My Little Doll”
    “I never knew I had a Heart 
    The day I first met you was the start
    Your eyes spoke when words couldn’t
    Seeing you grow up was the best thing I could have done
    Infinity is just a word for my love for you
    You are my life and I wish I never bid adieu
    Thank You”

    Years later, Sarah gave birth to a baby girl and her Dada was the happiest person dancing in joy holding his granddaughter in his hand. Tears of delight fell from his aged eyes and he named her Robin.
     He knew he doesn’t have much time left to live and a year later Sarah lost the king of her life to a cardiac arrest. Turmoil of emotions ran through her mind and recovering from her Dad’s death was unbearable.
    Robin turned three and one day when Sarah came back from work she saw her husband’s and Robin’s face full of powder, lipsticks and all the cosmetics Sarah had. Sarah started crying as she missed her FATHER……  

    She turned out to her diary she kept in her cupboard for years and wrote down something for the first time. It said:

    “Dear Dada,
    Until we meet Again….
    Reminiscence from the day I learnt to walk holding your hand till the day you ditched me and left for Heaven will always bring a smile to my face.
    If only I could get you back for a while and talk to you like we used to…I have so much to tell you…I hope you can see how much I search for you in the brightest of stars and Robin keeps pointing here and there at the sky looking for her Grandpa…
    Dada… I still get kisses and hugs but none of them is as warm as yours…
    I have everything, but something is missing…
    I wish love was enough to keep you by my side…
    I remember everything and whatever is remembered never dies… 
    I Miss You
    Sarah.”

    Sarah broke down into tears, took out her favourite dress gifted by her Dada and wept. A silent wind blew from the window and she knew her Dada was there.

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