Too often, we all grow up with the tag of being a mumma’s girl. However, ever since I was a little kid; I have always been my dad’s dearie.
There was always a very different and deep connection between the two of us. He understood what I had to say long before I knew that I wanted it. Often it surprises me as to how can someone know so much about someone else, yet my dad has always been the one who stayed with me through thick and thin.
I was pampered a lot and he made it a point to fulfill all my wishes, regardless of how whimsical they were. Some of my family members complained that it wasn’t good to pamper someone so much because there is a very thin line between pampering and spoiling. No one wanted me to turn into a spoilt brat. I wasn’t spoilt but growing under my dad’s shade meant that I never got to face the brutal world all alone.
I was still unaware of the beasts that too often lurked in the open daylight looking to sabotage the happy endings. However, dearest Dad knew when to play the role of whom. He knew that his love should not come at an ugly cost.
I vividly recall my engineering days when I was sandwiched between the desire to work as an independent individual and hug the safety of being home. I was indecisive because daddy’s little girl didn’t want to face the ugly world all alone. However, when this dilemma had wrapped me in its vicious hold, it was dad again who came to my rescue.
I remember him sitting on my bed at 11 30 in the night and explaining me how the world is much larger than my fear. If I leave my job midway without serving the initial 2 years of joining period, I was to submit 50 grands. He came up to me and told me to give myself a chance; one ray of hope to nurture the confidence I have within.
He told me not to worry about the 50 grands. All he asked me was to give my inner self one try, the wings that shall let it fly. He told, if I loved the sky, I can fly for as long as I want, but remember, no matter how high you soar, every bird finally comes back home.
So, he gave me my wings and asked me to work in the company I want to. There was no compulsion to work for a couple of years. All he wanted was to make sure that I realize my own strength, kill the inner demons, and embrace the power which was dormant within.
I worked at the company for a year after which I gave them the fine and in return took with me, confidence, self reliance and a belief that no matter what life throws in front of me, I knew how to bake it and make the most out of it.
If it was not for my father, I would still have been sleeping in the same cocoon I shared as a kid. He made me believe in myself when I thought there was nothing inside. I owe not just this life, but everything to you, DAD!
I am who I am because of who you are.
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