Dear Dad,
Hope you are relaxed now as the roof of tension has
finally collapsed, giving space for fresh air. I am happy that now onwards you will
have a good sleep. Life will be better now and you can enjoy the way you want
for your worries are no more with you.
When the sun rays will fall in the window of your
bedroom, you will welcome your day with open arms for worries will no longer
bother you. You can have different conversations while sipping your morning tea
at the dining table or in the balcony. Finally, you will have other topics to talk
to.
You can go on a vacation around the world. Dad, I
hope, you will go on a tour with mom. This time you won’t give any excuse. You
can enjoy your vacation for you don’t need to think about your worries any
more.
You no longer need to tell each of our nearest kin
about your worry. You have finally got rid of your worry-your daughter.
Congratulations dad for dropping me in the road that society chooses for every
girl. Congratulations dad for abiding by the societal rules. Congratulations
dad for fulfilling the duty of a girl’s father.
I was proud of you. When I was a child, I believed
that whatever be, you would stand by me and my dreams. You would help me lead a
life of my own. But as I grew older, either my thoughts changed or you. Last
few years, I have seen your worried face.
With each passing day, your worry increased. I could not recall when you
went on a vacation last. All I remember was your words to mom or others, “After
her marriage, I will go on a vacation.”
Dad, I am sorry for being a girl. I always wished
for your happiness, but I became your reason to worry. I really felt ashamed of myself when you
would request others to find a perfect match for me.
I still remember the day when you smiled and called
all your friends and relatives. The news of my marriage gave you that happiness
which my qualifications and job failed to do. When you hugged me tight that day, tears
rolled down my cheek. The thoughts that rang in my mind, then, I now penned it
down here how I actually felt?
I look at your eyes
For the last time
With love, hope...
Tears drop down
And my tears
Questioned you
Why?
Why have you chosen the same fate?
Are these your ultimate dreams, you
selected for me?
Where have your expectations gone?
Or, simply
You choose this fate
Because I’m a girl...
Dad, I sometimes, thought to myself, “Is it right to
kill a new born baby girl?” And now I got my answer. Indeed, it is. What is the
use of nurturing with love when her birth only brings a list of worries along? It
is better to kill worries rather than giving unwanted welcome. It is better to
crush the bud rather than stopping the flower to spread its fragrance.
Dad, you loved me and I would never question you on
this. But I would like to know, “Am I unwanted furniture? Don’t I have the
right to dream? Am I born to satisfy society?”
Dad, if my marriage is all you cared for. “Why do
you inspire me to stand on my feet?” If I was a destined cripple, then why did
you allow me to dream?
Dad, at sleepless nights, I always prayed to
almighty that our family, sorry I don’t have the right to call it ‘our’ even, should
be blessed with sons.
Thank you, dad, for everything. I had troubled you a
lot. But I promise I won’t trouble you anymore. I would walk the path you have
chosen for me. I promise I would not scream for your help if I ever fell down.
Love you forever.
I remain,
Your only daughter,
Ananya.
