thanks dad

” Thanks Dad for believing in me, in my abilities when no one else did, when all I had was the encounter with envious stares. Thanks for reminding me of my worth when I had those gloomy shadows lurking around me, dancing and devouring me with their disparaging glances, adept at turning bliss to bale. Shit like that! Thanks for reacquainting me with my strength when I had forgotten it entirely. That no one will dare to lay ones dirty hands on me. ” Shane propped her head on his shoulders.

” I wanted my children to be able to stand on their own feet, in every sense. The work you do must have value and it must be returned to you, in terms of honour, respect, satisfaction, joy and bliss, money, the freedom of work. The freedom, the honour one gives, must always receive the value for it else you’re on the thin edge of the wedge where abuse begins. It’s a common tendency that people cling to the abuser because the abuser is always strong. Since it’s planned, they have readymade proofs and explanations. But I tend to observe their true character and intentions. I must stand up to any harm inflicted to you, your dignity, your rights, to anyone who supports the abuse. I can’t tolerate anyone being indecent to you or Jack. I can’t allow anyone grind their own axe or bring their personal agendas and play politics either. I am glad you stick to these values and find something worthy to learn from me.” His voice was soft and determined and his face was glowing with kindness.

” I take pride in being your daughter. Always.”


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Smita Ray is the mother of two lovely kids and hails from northeastern India. Her perpetual displeasure arising from the hypocrisy in the society underneath the semblance of religion, culture as well as the conditioning for compliance urged her to put down the impressions in her mind. In her spare time, she likes to have some culinary adventures along with her kids trying new recipes or crafting. She describes herself as -- a soulmate, a life alighted on the earth catching the rhythm passing by her. A tinge of joy colours her world and lays its feet on the land where revellers are awaiting her to get into the groove.

4 thoughts on “thanks dad

  1. Such a beautiful tribute to your Daddy! Mine passed away in 2005 and he was a great man! Your post really made me think of my own father and put a smile on my face. Thank you so much for posting. ❤

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