भीगी बिल्ली

It’s the third day that I haven’t spoken to my daughter. She’s stubborn. But then I’m her father too, and ought to be stubborn too.

I’m also feeling bad for my lost treat. That was my treat. Any way, more than the treat, I feel bad for the food that was wasted. May be that’s why they rightly say, “Daane daane pe likha hai khaane waale ka naam.” I’m sure, some dogs had their name written on those food grains.

Otherwise, what an irony. I read Nityin’s post the other day. He had pictures like a documentary. He leaving for Shimla from Kotgarh – and pictures of his daughter, which had captions like - ‘I know.. dad is going back to Shimla… (she gonna cry)’, ‘Here come the tears…’, and ‘…and she cried’.

I’d always yearned for a daughter and God gave me one. A young 20-year-old daughter. Now she’s 21. Better late than never. So thank you Ma. I yearned to look at her face everyday. Hear her voice. Would get perturbed at the thought of any injury to her. Was full of advices. But am learning to be a father too at the same time. Cut down on advices, give her some space, and above all trust… which I think I always did. And learn that she wouldn’t always listen to ‘me’. She has her whims too. Am learning to be a father the hard way.

What more… the little girl, whom I yearned to see, hear her voice… and am not talking to her for the past three days. I’m feeling awafully bad. As bad it can get. In this battle of who’ll blink first, though I know, her temper was uncalled for, I’ll have to blink first, as I cannot let my daughter lose. She’ll have to win. But it’s just a matter of time, how far I can drag. I know, I can’t drag it too far. But let me wait.

There are thoughts crossing my mind. Does she feel the same pangs for me? I don’t think so. After all she’s a daughter; and it will hurt me more to let her go through pain. She shouldn’t.

I love you dear daughter. I’m missing you. Missing you a lot Betu.