Thursday 11 June 2015

Of Father and Daughter

Dad and I was recently having a conversation about what we mean to each other and what the love for family really is. This rare conversation was spurred by watching of Piku.

The movie talks about the love we have in the family or the lack of the same. My father reminisced that all fathers are Piku's father. Some like to come out with it and others pretend to be strong. For some of you who haven't watched the movie yet, Piku's father is a character who is very much dependant on his daughter on almost everything. He won't let his daughter marry someone or even come close to any man because he thinks otherwise he will have to live a lonely life.

My father is still going strong, with God's grace and is not at all dependant on me in any way. Well not at least physically. I mean he can take care of himself and go for his walks and even cook his own meals. But somewhere down there he is Piku's father. He can easily go and stay at his kolkata flat by himself and quite comfortably so, but he would stay with me in Burdwan and cook me meals and take care of me. If I am not there for a day, he won't go for his daily swim, because he is used to going with me. When it comes to marrying me off and mother expresses her regular anxiety about it, dad would calmly say, "She is just 25, now is not time yet." I somehow get a subtle tone of Piku's father, when he says, only uneducated lowly women, who has got no aim in life, gets married.

Dad and I am very close to each other since the time I can remember. Yes we had rough patches and both of us hurt each other in ways which we though were irreparable, but we can't do without each other at the end of the day. Obviously, I don't want my father to be Piku's father, dependant on medicines and thinking all the time that something is wrong with him. I want him to be a healthy man up on his feet as long as he can, but i like the small dependencies he has. I like it how he wants to live with me and how he wants me to accompany him on our daily activities.I like it how he goes for all the movies with me and how he stays with me so that he doesn't feel lonely.

True at times this closeness feels a burden, which makes me worried about his future, but I love him and I don't mind how he is possessive about me. He won't show it but I know he can't live a day without me coming to his room at night and covering him up or adjusting the temperature of the room.


I know someday I will have to live without him, and get used to the absence, but till I have him, I will get the most of him. I don't mind his crankiness or his scoldings, as long as I know he loves me.