Daddy, How can I forget….
Daddy, How can I forget…. Come to me once, at least for an hour, I will never ask you again. Lots and lots to remind you, confront you. Have you come!!!! Imagine!! My head on your laps and my hand in your hands. Chatty and gabby, nonstop flow of tears and words. The small things, silly things and intense emotional things in our lives. End of the hour, a peaceful me, flying high in the sky . How can I forget the intimacy between us? How can I forget myself over-confidently waiting for your laud in every activity of mine? How can I forget myself creating drama, waiting for your support when I fight with my siblings? How can I forget you lifting me up almost everyday to place me on bed when I slept on the floor while studying? How can I forget myself asking silly funny questions about the hair on your chest, about the chilly that you ate in curd, about the water that you mix in a peg? How can I forget myself measuring your nostrils, checking on its shape, concluding that we both had