Family Tales #001
Me when I was 12 years old.
I had lost all 49 Chess games to my dad till now. (Yes. I kept track of it.)
I knew my first win was just round the corner.
That day was my birthday.
I to Dad: Let's play chess today.
10 moves into the game, I capture dad's queen in the game. I was ahead in the game. I was shouting like anything. Today was going to be my first win against my Guru. My teacher. My dad.
Five moves later, I lost Rook. I got a bit upset. He was again coming back into the game. All the shouts were gone. The silence spread across the room. I can't let this strong position go away. I have to win. Okay! I made one bad move. But still nothing is lost. I am stil...
While she was busy posing for the photographer, he secretly saved her smile in his mobile so that he could smile forever. He was smiling with tears in his eyes .
He said - " You are the prettiest bride I have ever seen. Can I have a dance with you? "
She gives her hand and they danced .
She whispered while dancing - "You will always be the first man I ever loved . I love you Dad ! "
__ the __ hidden __letter_to _dad _
And one day .....
My father spoke ...beating on my chest
""My son ! Feel the feel when your biopic is screened by your favourite hero ....
My son! Feel the feel when professor admires you as his best student ....
My son ! Feel the feel of family when you stand with successful career ....
My son ! Feel the feel of love when she thinks you were the golden priority of her that she made ....
My son ! Feel the feel of the brotherhood of bro and affection of your mom all the time you live ..
My son ! Feel the feel of your father's pride when you achieve my words in life ...........
My son ! Feel the feel of your soul when you feel these all
And to be all...
Day after tomorrow marks dad's tenth death anniversary. If he was alive, my conversation with him almost every evening would have been something like this.
Me: * immersed in doing my accountancy homework. Not bothered about how many of us exist at home, who is at home and who has gone out to attend a party*
Dad: * walking towards my room*
Me: * not aware someone's standing before me and asking me a question*
Dad (for the second time): My girl, where is mom?
Me: I don't know, dad. She must be around.
Dad: No. She isn't . Your siblings are not home as well. Where are they?
Me: I don't know, dad. They never told me where they were going. Just have look in the backyard. You might find them...
This quote "I don't know, I just want to be happy. I could be in a hole somewhere. Or I could completely lose it and be some hippy living in the woods with my dad." by Shia Lebeouf, reminds me of a book I read growing up called "My Side of the Mountain".
My world was so full of turmoil & chaos. I never felt that I fit in. The black sheep for no obvious or apparent reason. I was a bother, a hindrance to those who were supposed to be my family.
I read that book several times wishing I could run away and be alone on my own adventures.
I remember once I took some cans of food and set out to leave. I was gone for hours in the dead of winter in Wisconsin. I was hiding in an abandoned car. I was...
Tudo tão teu e tu fora daqui
Não te tenho mas trago-te aqui
E assim do nada fui directa a ti
Era noite, noite cerrada
As velas a velarem campas
Pessoas ali a parecerem mantas
Sem lhes ver o rosto, para que lá vamos?
Será o meu ver, o dos insanos?
Noite cerrada e os fantasmas enterrados
Há lá maior paz do que estar no meio do vazio
E sentirmos dali oriunda uma vida e tantas outras
Sem que respirem mas que as suas emoções boas cá tenham deixado
Tudo aceso em velas e em candeeiros, tudo apagado
Tudo repleto de almas e tudo sem cheiro, abandonado
Horas tardias naquele lugar acumulado
De vidas perdidas que tiveram um passado
Que já passou e agora é chão pis...
The very best thing I like about you is your smile
It can make the strongest person in the world melt
Sad to say, I cannot see your last smile
Because nobody is promised tomorrow.
Other parents adored,
Only thing I seek for
Is a validation from my dad.
Padre o madre que tienes hijos, sólo te quiero dar un consejo de un viajante de la vida.
Son ustedes los que les marcan los caminos, son ellos los que eligen su destino.
Son ustedes los que les enseñan el valor de la familia, para que sea ellos que la formen en homenaje a ustedes.
Son ustedes los los que le enseñan sacrificios por los que quieren, para que ellos valoren el de ustedes sacrificandose por los suyo.
Pero principalmente: son ustedes los que le enseñan que el amor de padres son el único motivo para que ellos sepan agradecer a través de sus hijos.
hasta la próxima.
You taught me patience, to listen and love. I understand now; your lectures on why an oily glass shouldn't rest on a steel bench. You taught me how to be wise, how to be still.
Kelly said it best, that you learned how to do family as you went along and I never realized that I watched you do some of that; figuring it out; always learning. And I followed.
You are the reason I get to understand now, what family is and how it is. You are the reason I know, that things carry on. Love carries on, and I can't get over how lucky I am to know that, to feel it and be it.
Your hand movements are imprinted on my heart. I would have asked you to walk me down the aisle. The way you chop vegetabl...
Make some time today to have a good chat with your father.. may be with a cup of tea.. a phone call or a walk...Ask about how was his Day or his work or his business meeting.. Tell him how Happy/Worried/ Satisfied/Stuck you are with your Studies or your Job...or your Life...
Talk...Discuss & Cherish..
and for those who have lost their fathers make sure to recite fatiha and remember them in your special prayers.
That haunting violent bullying incident,
The guilt of watching adult content for the first time, and all my grievous and exhilarating moments, I shared with you. I remember once your daughter told me you cried like a little kid when I was battling against that disease, and your wife told me that you wept helplessly when I failed to pick your calls, and you were worried about me. I remember that moment when your precious tears fell when you got to know that I met with a frivolous accident. This manifests your love for me, this love is the reason why sometimes you say things that offend me but you only mean my betterment in them. I used to share even the slightest things of my life with you. ...
You called me
All at once
Just to understand you
As I quite often do
After you spend
A bottled night
Whose effects last well
Into the dawning
Of a new day. JD
*Father* Part XXIX (*Can You Hear Me Now?*)
#BottledNight #OctoberFalls #PoetryChallenge
¿ Hasta cuándo puede durar la imprudencia prudente de la espera lógica de la dicción ?
Declaro! porque he probado con el tiempo y no me da minutos, he decidido acumular el vocablo perfecto, digo hasta el más imperfecto, no obstante no dura tanto.
Aún así, no existe ninguno que me regresé a tu regazo, ni al abrazo de color que me pintaba de emoción.
Cada anochecer llega el recuerdo de tu sonrisa noble, de tus obscuros ojos que reflejaban tanta angustia y tanta insatisfacción frustrada.
Cada amanecer me llega la sensación de mucha sed de amor, pero me cuesta la recuperación de mi dolor.
Cuál dolor será menos inapropiado el de tenerte lejos y que no me sientas o el de tenerte cerca y aún ...
I am watching Catfish right now, and all it does is make me happy to have had the dad I did. He taught me to be wise and question things. I miss him so much. I only hope I can raise my future family the way dad raised me.
Every day I think of you dad.
Every night I dream of you.
I miss our deep conversations.
I miss your acceptance.
I miss more then just the presence in a room.
I'll never forget you,
Your beast in hiding
Lies strictly at the bottom
Of empty bottles.
*Father Part XXVII* (Empty Bottles)
#beast #OctCBFChallenge #3LinesADay
Skylark Challenge 107
*His Dad - His Hero*
He tries to
But it is hard
He's just a child
Always reminds him
That in a time of adversity
His dad showed no fear
Only strength and kindness
He wants to be just like him
And proudly wears the S
Just who his dad
Is to him
He walks the wood rails
Of the old train tracks
Just waiting for his chance
To play the hero too;
To fill out that cape
And make his father proud. JD
#kindness #wood #s #child #train