PAPA #atozchallenge
Papa-daughter always share a special bond and so it is with
me. But that doesn’t mean I don’t fight with him or argue on. We have our
regular battles but never a war. We know we love each other and care even more.
As I sit besides the window clipping my nails I can clearly
remember that day. I loved to play in sand and mud, it was most fun to immerse
your hands in wet mud and make some figurines, and maybe I got the feel of
grown-up as used to love the smell of dough and the way mom used to make rolls
for chapattis. Besides what more fun for a 4 year old than to throw stuff.
I never knew that I got bacterial infection because of this
in my hand and feet nails.As my parents tell me all my nails were bulging and
blackened. My papa took me from doctor to doctor to cure me. Those way too
sunny days Papa and I used to go on from one corner to another on his scooter.
. I still remember myself banging my mouth or head on the scooter handle as I
used to be sleepy.
Every day it was the same story. Finally we found a doctor
and he didn’t gave me anesthesia or notice, as if I could understand what they
were talking, and in a flush swiped clean one of my nail with a blade.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAArgh.
I wailed, yelled, cried, there is so much pain and I just
couldn’t feel anything anymore....God why why???? I know my papa can never see me in pain that day he was sitting holding
me silently trying to calm me down. That day my papa asked for water for me but
we got none at the doctors. While getting downstairs papa asked for water from
almost every window in the building but nobody gave him despite the wailing
child. After a while I told him that I don’t need water, please don’t ask
anyone now.
Those were the days when water was not sold and we couldn’t get
any water pump either on way home. Today I have clean, white infection-free
nails except for one nail with a scar. Papa I owe you not just for this but
many many more such little and big things. I may never confess but I am blessed
to have parents like you guys.
I once broke my finger, and the memory of the nurse X-raying is a scary one. Little kids just don't realize yet it' for their own good.
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Memories of dad always overwhelm us Buddy!you took me back in the memory lane...
ReplyDeleteLove u DAD ur special.
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