But,what makes it a great???That's a serious question to answer,and cannot be answered that easily.Its complicated.The reason is,it depends from person to person.
For me,life is completely full of twists and turns,but for whom has it not been.
When do we say God is with us?Most of the times,when we are scared,we ask something to god,
When we are sad,we ask for some happiness.But when we are actually happy,we always forget God.Its so natural.
I was born at NAGPUR. Life there was simple.Living in bunglow,garden outside,and secured environment around.
My father left Nagpur in the year 1992 due to his official promotions.that time I was in my 3 rd std. My father used to stay at Amravati which is just 4 hours away from Nagpur,yet that distance was quite long for a small girl. I used to wait for saturday when my father used to come back to Nagpur.
But ,Monday mornings used to be sad ones as he used to leave again for his office and the long week ahead.
Each sunday night, i used to pray to God before sleeping,"GOD ,LET THIS NIGHT BE THE LONGEST,AND LET MY FATHER STAY HERE FOR LONGER TIME WITH US"
Now when i turn behind and think of it, it just feels funny and strange.
Till my 9 th std my father stayed away from us.Then ,as important years of my life approached,my parents made decision of coming to Mumbai.
When i started to stay with him ,after waiting for so long,something just changed.
We both used to fight.I used to hate his nagging about everything.And the daily dialogue of his "STUDY, DON'T WATCH T.V"
The person for whom i used to wait every week,had changed.But, he didn't change.He was the same.Somewhere,i had changed.I was no longer a small girl.
Had grown older as years had passed by.Maybe my priorities had changed.
Strangely till my school life ended,i used to get angry on my parents, because they brought me and my brother from our hometown to Mumbai, away from our home, friends,and school.
As days passed by,my life started to take various twists and turns.And through those ups and downs,I found my lost friend,My father, back in my life.He was always near me,I had kept my eyes closed.
Now when i stand at the point of life when only few years are left to be with him ,at his house, as his daughter,i retrace myself back to being 7 year old girl,the one he used to pick up and say "My Little Princess".
As i would leave this house of mine to be somebody's wife,i wonder,would i forget my father?Or would my love for him be divided?Strangely the same feeling over grips with this thought,just like i used to get on MONDAY MORNINGS.
As i turn the pages of my life,i found one thing,that i never did.I never said aloud to my father that i love him.Maybe never got that opportunity.Or may have got,but never got a chance to use it.
Now when I look into my future,that day is no longer away when, I, wearing my Bridal Dress,stand at the doorway, for last farewell ceremony,turn behind to look at my father, and run into his arms, crying,just like his 7 yr old princess,and whisper softly under my breathe,"I LOVE YOU,DAD".......
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