Congratulations Mr Singh! For some inexplicable reason he chose to address me by my significant other's last name. I could not have cared less. Paradoxically, in the chaos of total silence and stealth, I could not hear beyond congratulations. I even forgot my manners and without thanking the doctor, rushed straight into the delivery room to give, possibly, the warmest hug a husband can give to his wife.
I had not imagined that two people can manufacture (couldn't think of any other word:-) a third being. Well, I am not scientifically or worldly challenged, however; the moment of truth is invariably hard to digest in the initial phases of its origin.
I was trying to think of my most unforgettable moment in life and could only think of the moment when my daughter was born. An incomparable moment. Moment that dwarfs every other distinction of my life. I truly think that a daughter is a gift of love. A son remains a son till he takes him a wife but a daughter is a daughter all her life. Joseph Addison had once very rightly quoted, ' Certain is it that there is no kind of affection so purely angelic as of a father to a daughter. In love to our wives there is desire; to our sons, ambition; but to our daughters there is something which there are no words to express'.
A few years ago, my father passed away. All his children were scattered. My elder brother in New York at that time, My sister in Chandigarh and I was in Bombay. Throughout the travail of my father's illness, two people always accompanied him, my mother and my sister. My sister despite the challenges of not being able to tend to her own son - daughter, husband and her home. I desperately wanted to be with my father throughout the last stages of his mortal journey in life, however; for some reason or the other, I could not perform the duties of a son in the right earnest. I am sure, my father must have thought, how I wish my two sons are not sons but daughters. I always had my father in my thoughts but the much required love and care
could only be given to him by his wife and daughter. My emotional exuberance about the daughters of the world may be a bit biased but the merit of it would be extremely hellacious to challenge.
My daughter is an accession, a void obtained by pure joy of unrestrained determination to create a living being worth loving ardently. She is my most prized possession. A trophy that I willingly and ostentatiously want to show off to the world. Its a privilege to be her father..
To all the daughters: You may outgrow your parents lap, but you will never outgrow their heart!!!
I had not imagined that two people can manufacture (couldn't think of any other word:-) a third being. Well, I am not scientifically or worldly challenged, however; the moment of truth is invariably hard to digest in the initial phases of its origin.
I was trying to think of my most unforgettable moment in life and could only think of the moment when my daughter was born. An incomparable moment. Moment that dwarfs every other distinction of my life. I truly think that a daughter is a gift of love. A son remains a son till he takes him a wife but a daughter is a daughter all her life. Joseph Addison had once very rightly quoted, ' Certain is it that there is no kind of affection so purely angelic as of a father to a daughter. In love to our wives there is desire; to our sons, ambition; but to our daughters there is something which there are no words to express'.
A few years ago, my father passed away. All his children were scattered. My elder brother in New York at that time, My sister in Chandigarh and I was in Bombay. Throughout the travail of my father's illness, two people always accompanied him, my mother and my sister. My sister despite the challenges of not being able to tend to her own son - daughter, husband and her home. I desperately wanted to be with my father throughout the last stages of his mortal journey in life, however; for some reason or the other, I could not perform the duties of a son in the right earnest. I am sure, my father must have thought, how I wish my two sons are not sons but daughters. I always had my father in my thoughts but the much required love and care
could only be given to him by his wife and daughter. My emotional exuberance about the daughters of the world may be a bit biased but the merit of it would be extremely hellacious to challenge.
My daughter is an accession, a void obtained by pure joy of unrestrained determination to create a living being worth loving ardently. She is my most prized possession. A trophy that I willingly and ostentatiously want to show off to the world. Its a privilege to be her father..
To all the daughters: You may outgrow your parents lap, but you will never outgrow their heart!!!
Your love for your daughter is heartfelt and beautifully expressed Kunal.
ReplyDeleteAnd since she is going to be lovingly by your side when you are growing old, make sure you rapay her love by being there for her now while she's growing up.