Parenting - Flick of a Pen
After 50 years of anonymity, today in real sense, I cherished the evergreen feel of being with my father. Yes, I did. In life we come to face circumstances we feel suppressed, conditions we feel unfavorable, moments we feel shy, breaths we don’t speak in. For a score and a half, I was always a different boy standing in friend of my father. A child wet from rain in a cold rain, standing in the dark nook of an empty room that was the feeling I faced repeatedly. A father by no mean had been overwhelmingly harsh or imposing, No sir, not if you get so. Yes – name it. Generation Gap, Shyness, Introvert, Inbound. I wanted to speak tones of words. A flood I always stopped an army I always barricaded, a storm I always resisted but couldn’t say a word of the frankness. It was destined to be the date of today, that’s all what I seem to get. Speaking truth I still don’t get how I got this close. How all the shyness disappeared, how all the anonymous thoughts disappeared in a flash. There I w...