To my precious father..
To my first love..
To my super hero..
Every girl in this universe loves their daddy more than anyone else.
I guess you have find the caption of my today’s content. Yes, this is none other than but about my daddy.
A first boy child born to a wealthy middle class farmer parents from Tirunelveli. They were overwhelmed with joy about his arrival.
They named him Asaithambi. (I always wonder why they named him thambi (younger brother) even though he was the first son to his parents). He is an active, playful boy during his childhood days.
He studied harder and walked miles to attend his school education. He studied under a street light since his home doesn’t have electricity. (You might think what this boy were doing during day time, let me tell you he might also be doing the same thing we did during our childhood days).
He is a self obedient boy and and also treated everyone with respect. He cleared his school education and graduated from bachelor of science in mathematics. Since he has been brought up from an uneducated family, he understood the value of education system and tried to help his siblings and natives as well.
He wondered for jobs and he has no idea about choosing a career. His ambition is to become a cop and he trained hardly to have a fit body for physical examination. But his uncle strictly disallowed him from joining police jobs.
He later studied harder to get into banking career. He has attended 3 paper tests to qualify bank requirements. He has succeeded in his 3rd attempt and he finally got a job in a centralised bank. His friend zone has been increased. They never refused to help him when he struggles.
He married a girl with 10 years of difference between them (as it was usual those days). They lived a life where there would be love, fight, misunderstandings, quarrels, ego, temper and sacrifice. They blessed with 3 children – 2 sons and a daughter.
He strived for his children’s education with his monthly salary. He worked harder and harder without any casual or sick leaves. He has even worked over duty to get extra pay.
Without fuelling a machine or a human body properly, it won’t work in a good condition.
Yes, my daddy’s health became bad as he has to sit for the whole day and work. He had his first stroke attack when I was doing my high school.
He was in ICU. Family members were not allowed inside except his wife. I never had a heart to meet him either. He was a very strong and a brave man. No children will face their daddies in that condition. I am not an exception though. I never met him till he transferred to a normal ward (So do you believe me now- he is a real fighter).
Everyone advised him to quit his job and he was a clerk while he got his first stroke attack. We received a postal mail from his bank. Hurray! This was his promotion letter. We jumped out in joy because we never expected this. This helped him to recover faster as he was excited and happy.
He got his promotion post in Trichy which will take a night to travel from our hometown. He didn’t refuse to travel and stay far from family. This was his first time to stay away from us. My elder bother stayed and took good care of him. We used to visit them whenever we get holidays and vacations.
He then got transferred to Tirunelveli after working for 4 long years in Trichy.
No one will always have a smooth and happy life style every time.
Yes, my daddy had his second stroke attack when I was working in Chennai. My elder brother was working in a ship. Even if he had a chance fo visit, he could not. My mother and my younger brother took my daddy to a hospital. He was hospitalised but he informed my mother and younger brother not to inform me because he thought it may distress me (How could he think like that).
I packed my bag and took a bus after receiving a call from my mother around 7:00 PM. I prayed for my daddy during my 12 hour journey.
Glad the bus driver drove faster than any buses. I reached to hospital in the morning around 4:00 AM. When I ran to see him in ICU, he was casually talking to nurses. He introduced me to them, telling them that she is my daughter, she works in Chennai (Is this even necessary daddy?!). He was just pretending to act normal.
Such a cool daddy right. Yes, he is. Little arrogant too. He made us suffer during those times. I could not imagine a life without him.
I met his doctor because after my elder brother, I wanted to take care of things which I am not good at. But I have managed it somehow. His doctor advised me not to make my daddy suffer by telling him any shocking news (but why Im gonna tell him any shocking news, felt like I was watching a movie.. but this was reality).
I always think what will I do if Im in their place. I would have died. I am a weaker person. But he is not. He was thinking about us. He knows that we are nothing without him. He knew that I will lose my wings, he knew that I will lose my voice, he knew that I will lose my soul, he knew that I will lose my breath. He walked, he talked, he made us to smile another time.
What if I lose him? What if I was not born? I will never have a life. I never know the value of a father.
Back to the content,
I went to work in Kochi. I always like to meet new people, new culture, new language. Anyone who loves to travel makes a way easier even if it is harder. (That’s so me, I made it easier). My daddy never refused to let me travel. He believed me. He felt that I should not depend on anyone. He felt that I should be a brave and strong woman. He thought that I should learn and experience from my own adventures.
My elder brother always say that I should stay with my family and spend my time with my parents since I should not regret later that I haven’t valued the time of being with him.
This sparked my mind. I started to think that I can get a job at any time but the value of being with my parents cannot be attained anymore.
Do you want to know what my decision is?!
Yes, I quit my job. I packed my things. I booked a ticket in the next train to Tirunelveli.
My daddy got retired in an year after my arrival. Later he got his interest in terrace gardening. He cherished everyday in his garden.
After us and his garden, his interest is into his only grandson – my elder brother’s son.
When my nephew was born, we are amazed and happy. His sickness faded away and mental health becomes strong when he met his grandson. They have the similarities. They are connected. Their love was sealed for eternity.
I love every day with my daddy.
It makes me happy when I watch him smile.
I hate anyone, who disrespect my daddy.
I love anyone, if my daddy likes them.
I want this bond to continue.
I will always love you daddy.
I will always keep you happy.
I will always make you proud.
P.S. I never call my daddy as daddy. I call him Asai. He never responded if I call him Appa. So sweet right. Yea. That’s why I love my father more than anyone else in this world.
(Your’s only daughter)