To the One I look up to

You always sang to me: “Neerana Peerana” and one day you asked me if I knew what peerana meant.

I shook my head.

You said it was short for peer haran; peer as in trouble, haran as in loss. Looking at my face would make you forget all your troubles and worries in the world, you had said. Somehow, I grew up believing it.

I probably don’t say this enough but thank you, thank you for everything. No amount of thank yous could ever justify whatever you have done for us, but I’m going to try anyway.

Thank you for all the chocolates and yummies you got me even when mamu would say no

Thank you for that Barbie doll set you got me at Bhatbhateni and waiting for literally an hour, because I just could not choose

Thank you for bearing all my tantrums

Thank you for all those rides you took us on during holidays

Thank you for taking so many pictures of our childhood

Thank you for making all those delicacies and letting us know what a wonderful secret cook you are

Thank you for taking care of me when I was sick

Thank you for picking me up and dropping me at school

Thank you for being my pillar of strength

Thank for your unconditional support

Thank you for your guidance

Thank you for the tales that you have always told us about life

You seemed miles away then, I had to look up to you to talk or tell you something unless of course, you were carrying me. Today, I can talk to you at eye – level and yet, you will always be the one I look up to.

I always thought, when I was little that there was nothing you were afraid of, that you were this iron man. But now, I realize there were a lot of things of you were afraid of and yet you showed us how brave you are. George R.R Martin had said in “A Game of Thrones” that the only time a man can be brave is when he is afraid. You are the bravest person I know.

May you live long and prosper and keep showering us with your love.

Happy Father’s Day Baba!

Love,

Your Little Princess

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