She dialed down the same number today praying if she could ever get connected from the other side.
The phone kept ringing and no one picked.
Tears rolled down in no time as if there would be a pool of it .
The same number who once made her scared, annoyed her , made her laugh became haunted.
Every time she would see that in her phone book a part of her would die inside her.
Nights became lonelier , days were lethal.
With every passing day she would wish to reverse back in time and heal everything, speak the unspoken and feel the suppressed.
Nights filled with cheesy nacho bhel and mornings with comedy films were going to turn into a black and white film on 17th September 2019 she had no idea about.
The sun was never going to raise again with the same person she had no idea absolutely.
With the equity of time she had to grow like everyone would and of course she did.
One fine day standing on the beach with his favorite coffee in her hand , she tied a bun and smiled looking at the horizon,
She could hear him inside her , ” Daughter’s are dad’s princess and I have always loved you , go chase your dreams and make your name in this giant world. DADAAAAA is not leaving you alone like that” !!!
That’s how she probably knew that one hand was held to strong to never go and
that’s how father’s become daughter’s first love and Hero forever.
Globetrotter 