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I know a little girl who wishes there was no Fathers day that would remind her of the emptiness she’s felt all her life। And I know a little boy who lost his dad a few moons ago under tragic circumstances. He wishes for this day to quickly pass so he can get on with his life pretending to be happy.

The two good hearts bond unknowingly, the common thread being the physical absence of a father’s love. They do not talk about it though. They joke and pretend and watch over one another. They share how lucky they are being best friends. They feel the confidence that exudes only with a sense of belonging to someone who cares and will be around under any circumstance.
Father’s are indeed special and hold the key to emotions that one realizes only when it’s gone or not there in the first place। They bring with their presence a special emanation that cannot be matched.

I’m always struck by the god like characteristics kids bestow on their fathers। How they proudly flaunt them around. The hero worship surprises me when an undeserving human is put on a pedestal by his child and bestowed qualities unknown to the man himself.

Most of the fathers struggle and succeed in maintaining the picture perfect image. And then there are others who are not equipped to be selfless as parents ought to be. They are not bad people. Just self absorbed! The aerodynamics of love that propels a father towards his child is just not there. This is a rare breed. But it is this percentage of fathers whose children are lost.
The waifs look for their dads everywhere and yet nowhere। And then they build on their imaginations. They live dreams of time spent together. Of laughter echoing in the vast expanse of meadows filled with flowers. Of sharing an adventure that belongs only to the two of them and will forever remain itched in their memories.

The hollowness is suppressed and life goes on। But somewhere this festering wound that is deeply imbedded keeps oozing. A trigger here and there can collapse the strong fortress like walls they build around their hearts and mind.

Perhaps even a stranger’s heart would bleed reading this. But there is nothing much one can do but feel compassion. No one can replace a father's love and this every father should know and instill in his sons mind. The role that nature allows a man to play does not end just with procreation. It is so much more than just holding a baby and being proud it has your features.

©BuntysBanter २००९

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