A Daughter

Deserted street, rain drizzling, though the wipers wiping the glass shield, the road seemed not to have an end. His heart was pumping fear. The ambulance siren was making it harder to get things settle. Though his hands were gripped with her daughter’s, who lay on the ambulance stretcher, still it was a situation a Father would never think off. She was staring at his face as she did for the first time when he took her in his lap for the very first time. The warmth was same. Eyes were watery a bit. She may was trying to say something or may was trying to ask something…

Two years on, still he is in search of the thing her daughter tried to say him. His first child, a princess who enlightened his life with her steps left him for heavenly ends on that day while saying him what is still a mystery for him. Each nights after that day, the past two years he used to think what was that she wanted to say. He used to think that his daughter who imaged him as her hero, may be was wrong in imaging him so. He always thinks if he would have accepted the boy his daughter married then she may have been still there with him. May be she tried to ask him to look after her three years old daughter.

Priya was the only child of her father. She was the first child of her parents. A princess in the family who made their house home with her steps, her cry, her smile. Grew as the prettiest girl a proud father could have. Her father was really proud of the angel God sent in their lap. As she grew up she added a lot of taste to her parent’s life. The only fear her dad had was her innocence. She was very soft hearted and million miles away from the twists and turns the society carried.

Till today he can hear Priya’s first cry in his lap. The only mistake she committed was to fall in love with a wrong person. Wrong, in the eyes of society. But love was something that cannot differentiate with good and bad, right and wrong till one doesn’t fall in a situation where the situation shows one’s mistake. She ran away with that man and got her knot tied. She knew what she was doing but at that point of time she thought that her dad will accept it for her prosperous life ahead. It was something she thought that didn’t go in her favor.

Thirteen years on she carried on with her marriage but she missed her dad at her home. Though she regularly visited her home and dad used to be physically present there but that warmth she missed. Her dad was happy to get his grandson and a doll like grand-daughter who was just three years of age when Priya left them all. It was hard for each one of them to see her go, but nobody could feel the intensity of her Dad’s pain. He wasn’t able to talk to her daughter the way he wanted to do for the past thirteen years. It’s said that the person you love the most, with them a smallest distance created gives the most painful moments. Each day he wanted to hug his daughter and wanted to show what he had with him for her.

Today as she is absent, he cries each moment without tears. Regret eats him up, that he should have at least tried to forget what she did. At least he should have hugged his daughter for once in these past days. He should have forgiven her mistakes as he did when she was a kid. Sleepless years had made him weak and each moment he asks himself a question, “Was I a hero in my daughter’s life?” Search for the answer is still on in his life…

(Parents are adamant, stiff, tough and hard in some decisions they take against us. They go through equal amount of pain or rather million times more of what we go through. We can at least shed tears and show but what about them. They can’t express the same in their own ways. Life is what we see here where the law of equal and opposite reaction doesn’t apply. Here we find that we are hurt more but it’s someone else who goes through much more that what we go through.)