Shruti B R

Abstract Inspirational Children

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Shruti B R

Abstract Inspirational Children

Dad

Dad

4 mins
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Appa, dad, daddy, पापा, nanna, pop, popsie,  ಅಣ್ಣ, अब्बु जान.... 

 This is me calling my father the way I want to according to my mood . 


So this piece of writing is exclusively dedicated to the king of my small little kingdom, by his princess... My Father. 


It all started about 21 years ago... I opened my eyes and to be honest I seriously do not remember what I saw because I was myself a new born. 


It obviously took me a while to realise that I had two people, my parents and the guardians of my galaxy who were and are still tending to all my demands. 


Well now as a princess, I am technically supposed to be the queen of some other kingdom someday but until then my dad is my hero, my bff, my first ever boyfriend as most people call it and my first love.. 


All daughters, with no objections, agree to the above said facts. 


So coming back to the time when I was young, my dad used to travel alot and when he used to get home I was a sleeping beauty, i.e., I was asleep everytime he was at home.


Well not my fault that I got tired looking all around day and night,singing songs for the neighbours sitting on the compound wall, nibbling on cheese balls.. It's hard work. 


Well my dad used to spare no effort trying to wake me up but all in vain. The funny part of it was that I used to wake up the moment he used to step into the taxi taking him to the airport. XD


As time passed, he started spending more hours at home and gradually I started spending  more time with him. Well when I was about three or four years old, I used to enjoy playing on my wooden pony with my dad being my shield at the back of the horse so that I do not topple over. Awe my sweet popsie.. And as any kid would normally do, I too pranced around the house like a doll wearing his t-shirts and his Ray Ban glasses(the cool me). 


Around the age of five, my beloved father bought me a custom made princess gown from the US for my birthday and also threw the biggest birthday party 🎂🎉🎈. Yay lucky me. 


Dad kept on traveling for work but made equal time to spend with me. As said earlier, he was, is and will always be my mentor, he taught me my first shlokas, songs, how to read and write, played with me and by playing I mean he used to me slide on his back, carry me on his shoulders when I used to start the usual drama of my tiny legs hurting by walking about ten steps and so on. 


I also had the privilege of traveling abroad with him at the age of two, though I don't remember what I was doing there, just that my dad was with me. 


He also made me realise my passion and aim in life in sixth grade; basically at the age when I was still expected to do girly things like play with doll houses. Anyways, that's what I'm trying to achieve now and when I do I don't think anyone would be happier than my father. 


A game of rummy, carrom, badminton, volleyball, throwball and so on, are always played firstly with my पापा even before I learned them in school so he is an allrounder in everything. 


By allrounder I mean, he knows to cook (the most wonderful delicacies with any number of ingredients given to him; a must try for all you readers out there. Just kidding I'm not giving you guys anything) , play sports, sing, dance, paint and draw ( the perfection exhibited in every thing he does is well PERFECT that's all, that sums it all up I guess) and many more. 


In conclusion to my never ending story about my hero, I would like to say that, 

Love you appa, you are the one and only in this world, who was made just to be my parent and my savior in times that don't favour me and the Almighty in disguise. 

Thank you for everything. And I would love to walk to the ends of the earth with you as anywhere with my dad feels like Paradise. 


#MyDadMyHero

©️Shruti.B.R


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