What happened since 2010..
Though I’m into the next decades, I’m venturing into the “mid-twenties” phase of my life,
yet I don’t feel much a different. Maybe it is too early to say this.
Well, nothing much since 2010, at least for now to say, I’m still living the usual, work, home, chill, dinner and catching up with friends.
12th Jan which has just passed, I remember this day, my daddy’s birthday.
Ever since we parted, from my teenage years till now when I’ve grown to be a working-adult, I’ve live my life independently!
Despite the distance, we are bonded, he’s still the man that I would call “father”.
It is a beautiful, impossible dream that every girl who ever loved her father can hear it with dry eyes.
The terms on which we forge bonds with our fathers are terms that we know must change.
Our fathers know that we will grow up and fall in love with other men.
We know that our fathers will grow old and die or somehow the status changes due to certain circumstances. We love them, and I’m sure they love us back, with an intensity that can only be strengthened by the knowledge and fear of transience.
We know that we will hurt each other, and can only hope that forgiveness will come easily and never too late.
Sometimes, we can feel our fathers slipping away even as we hug them;
maybe they felt something similar when we were small.
But sometimes, if we’re lucky enough still to be hugging our fathers in our adulthood, feeling exactly the same as it did when we were kids. At that moment we can dream that it really will be the same forever: that somewhere there is a magic fairytale room where we will always live with our beloved fathers, and play, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh at gilded butterflies.
Well, dream is still a dream…
Though I’m into the next decades, I’m venturing into the “mid-twenties” phase of my life,
yet I don’t feel much a different. Maybe it is too early to say this.
Well, nothing much since 2010, at least for now to say, I’m still living the usual, work, home, chill, dinner and catching up with friends.
12th Jan which has just passed, I remember this day, my daddy’s birthday.
Ever since we parted, from my teenage years till now when I’ve grown to be a working-adult, I’ve live my life independently!
Despite the distance, we are bonded, he’s still the man that I would call “father”.
It is a beautiful, impossible dream that every girl who ever loved her father can hear it with dry eyes.
The terms on which we forge bonds with our fathers are terms that we know must change.
Our fathers know that we will grow up and fall in love with other men.
We know that our fathers will grow old and die or somehow the status changes due to certain circumstances. We love them, and I’m sure they love us back, with an intensity that can only be strengthened by the knowledge and fear of transience.
We know that we will hurt each other, and can only hope that forgiveness will come easily and never too late.
Sometimes, we can feel our fathers slipping away even as we hug them;
maybe they felt something similar when we were small.
But sometimes, if we’re lucky enough still to be hugging our fathers in our adulthood, feeling exactly the same as it did when we were kids. At that moment we can dream that it really will be the same forever: that somewhere there is a magic fairytale room where we will always live with our beloved fathers, and play, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh at gilded butterflies.
Well, dream is still a dream…
