Father

BY RUCHIRA GHOSH

I emerge from my mother’s womb,

Into a strange, chaotic world;

The warm stillness is shattered,

My vision blurred, confused.

When all of a sudden,

A strong pair of hands engulfs me;

It’s my father, my other parent,

Who sowed the seeds of life,

In my mother’s womb.

The couple was united,

To bring forth a new life;

Their own flesh and blood.

Months pass, I begin to crawl,

It’s a voyage of discovery;

The same pair of muscular arms,

Lifts me off the ground,

Tosses me high in the air.

I squeal, giggle with joy,

Land back in safe hands.

Every night with me in his lap,

He croons lullabies, til I am asleep.

At four it’s time for school,

I step out, clutching his little finger;

My father is all smiles, and thrilled;

It’s a new chapter for his darling.

Life flows on, we grow closer,

Dad teaches me ABC’s, some good music;

A few innocent pranks, for pure fun,

Reads me bedtime tales.

Our daily life is an open classroom,

A spoon on the table, clock on the wall;

Blossoms in the garden, clouds in the sky,

I learn new words each day.

Adolescence arrives turbulent, tempestuous,

We don’t see eye to eye,

Feuds and fights galore;

Yet, during intense moments,

He quietly holds me tight;

Assuring that he’s with me,

Through thick & thin.

I learn the ropes of life from him,

Imbibe the lofty of values,

All that he stood for in his life.

On my wedding day, I walk down the aisle,

In his arm, to join my partner;

I look deep into his eyes,

Where tears begin to well;

He whispers his blessings,

“Will miss you my girl

Fare thee well.”

When he beholds my first born,

His joy knows no bounds. Then…

Slowly, silently, senility creeps in,

The strong arms grow feeble, sinewy;

Wrinkles crisscross the handsome face,

His eyes grow dim, ears fail him,

Snowflakes cover his head.

At last, that fateful day dawns;

While basking in the sun,

On a cold November morning,

He slips into eternal slumber,

From which there is no awakening…

 

New Delhi- based Ruchira Adhikari Ghosh hails from a family steeped in English literature. She grew up on a diet enriched with Hans Anderson’s Fairytales, Grimm’s Fairytales, besides Enid Blyton’s works. An English (Hons) graduate from Panjab University Chandigarh, she also holds a Master’s degree in English Literature from the same varsity. A professional journalist, she has regularly contributed to noted dailies viz Times of India, Hindustan Times, The Pioneer, beside upmarket journals like Society and Savvy.  She writes simply to give vent to her vibrant imagination and her tumult of  emotions.  

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