“He grabbed me by my arms pulled me near and hugged me too
tight that I could hear his as well as my heart beating at a very rapid pace.”
A guy is not always close to his father and lucky are those
who really are close to their fathers. For me dad was always a respectable
figure and only a respectable figure. I never in my childhood got a chance to
get close to him. The reason behind it was me being only child in the house
full of elders and a lot of love was showered on me. I was pampered in any
possible way. God I miss my childhood! My grandparents were no ordinary human
being because I know that a normal person can’t love someone other than themselves
so much. Being the only child I was a small atom bomb with big disastrous
qualities. My dad was the only person on this earth whom I was afraid and the
only one who was cable of handling this bomb and that was the main reason I never
got a chance to get close to him. I got all the love and care from others and
never realized that I was getting away from my dad and when I was old enough to
realize it, it was too late by then.
My grandpa was a reputed police man and a man in power so ultimately
he was like a JIO sim card for my life everything and anything free whenever
and wherever I wanted. I was always a mischievous guy and a pure trouble magnet.
I never got affected by those troubles though because of my grandpa and so
things were getting out of control by every passing day.
I still remember an incident that changed me completely and
that was also the day when I saw that my father really loved me and cared for
me a lot. It was academic break from the school and for a kid in class 5 going
to class 6 nothing could have been better. Freedom from school, tuitions, books
and classes what else cloud I have possibly asked for? I was out playing
cricket with my friends in an open field a bit away from my house. It was a friendly
game with friends nothing serious until few guys from other locality arrived
and asked for a friendly match between our teams. We were ready and exited
because we knew no one had ever beat us here at our pitch and today it wasn’t
going to be different.
We won the toss and elected to bowl first. We bowled the opposition
out at a very low total and we were almost on the verge of winning. It went all
wrong when I was purposely pushed while running between the wickets which
resulted in some deep cuts on both my hand and on my knees. I was all adrenaline
at that point of time. I picked up a wicket started hitting the guy who was
responsible for my injuries. I gave him some solid blows on his back and bum. It
was then my friend got hold of me and dragged me to a corner, my temper had
calmed down by then and I was worried about my injuries because I was answerable
for them to mumma.
We all were so busy in ourselves that none of realized that
the opposition team were up to something and we were going to be in some serious
trouble. I saw few college students approaching us on 2 bikes and all of them
looked dangerous. I recognized a few of them but rest were not from around. I asked
one of my friends to run back to my house and tell everything that happened to
my grandpa. One of the guy who was new to me came to me started abusing me I told
him that it was not our fault and that they stated it. He was not willing to
listen anything he came near me and started kicking me. I had the stumps in my
hand I too defended myself but it was all in vain. I was too young to fight a
grown up guy so I was there absorbing his blows. Suddenly I saw my dad running
towards me, “He grabbed me by my arms pulled me near and hugged me too tight
that I could hear his as well as my heart beating at a very rapid pace.” It all
happened in a fraction of minute and I was so overwhelmed by that feeling that I
didn’t realized what happened next. It was the #MagicOfWarmth moment for me. My dad
slapped those guys and took out their bike keys and grabbed me again picked me
up in his lap and walked back home. I really can’t describe that feeling in
words. I was happy, sad, laughing and crying at the same time.
Later that evening those guys were caught by a police team and sent to
lockup for a night until their parents took them home in the morning. I never
understood what happened but something bonded between us. Today I still have my
grandpa and he loves me the same way he did ages ago but I too have a father
who loves me unconditionally and he is there for me always and forever. I have
become a dad recently and today I find myself in my father’s shoes, I love my daughter
but I am the only person she is scared of in the whole house.
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