Magic powers are so excellent. Isn't it? I grown up watching the serial like "Son Pari" where the angel waves her magic wand and fulfill the wish of a little girl named "Frooti". Those were the golden days of my life. During my teens, I was pretty sure that these were all cooked up stories and they had no reality. These serials were only for entertainment purpose. Slowly, I also moved on in my life through education, career and other things in my life.

But, somewhere I feel that my innocence of teen days is mis-utilized by people whom I trusted the most. My parents were always supportive in whatever decision I took in my life. At some point, you took some decisions in life either based on other’s influence or your own immaturity and that’s when you made mistake and there was no one for help because all were gone except your Parents. May be, this was the reason that today I find very hard to trust anyone or make close friends. No doubt, I am a jovial girl, love to have fun, but somewhere deep down inside Me, I am Hurt and my Innocence is Wounded.

If I had magical powers, I would surely go back to the PAST and mend those situations where people wrongly utilized my innocence. Basically, I wanted to throw away those people from my life who were responsible for my Wounded innocence. Alas! I was so stupid to believe those people in my life. Thanks to my Parents who always pulled me up from my bad days and gave me a life that I deserve.

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Today my day started with a call to my father, where he narrated a Father's Day poem over phone. All the childhood memories with my father once again became fresh. My father, a man of strong words, fun loving and my father is also a great foodie. He never set boundaries for me and gave me all the freedoms that I asked from him. Still, he had some principles that I followed and respected all through my life. May be, those principles shaped me as a person that I am today.

I never saw my father brought office work at home. He was a complete family man who loved to play with me after his tiring day at office without any signs of depression. As well as, he fixed my study hours too. At one time, he always made me feel that “he is liberal and easy going” while at other time, he was “strict” in some situations. During my teens, it was very hard for me to understand, but now, each action of him reminded me the “grown up phase” of my life. Thanks for your guidance Papa…

He had his own circle of friends, but never forgot his daughter and wife in the due course of time. Sometimes, my mother mocked at me and my father and said “You and your father are same”. I always smiled because, I also wanted to become like my father- generous, helpful, independent and strong. Some of my attitudes and behaviors are like my father, which I really love to flaunt being a daughter.

I remember, when I used to do any mistake or took any wrong decision in my life, he felt sad, he even scold me, but never did I see tears in his eyes. But, I cannot forget the day when I left my home forever and entered into a new life after marriage. He was happy that his daughter “got married” and he was not crying like I did. But, his eyes said “my princes is gone to her house forever and she will only come to this house as a guest”. OMG! As I am writing, tears rolled through my eyes too. I miss him each day, but now, I have my own family and responsibilities.

I want to Thank You Papa for the strength in me that straightaway comes from You. I feel proud to be your daughter and want to be your daughter even in my next birth. I Love You.

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