my daughter – a love story
I am a very ajeeb person and everyone who have ever met me, has said the same thing. And sometimes i am shocked by my own weirdness. So the thing is that i have been thinking about my daughter (btw in our village most old women pronounce a doctor as daughter). Now dont get excited about me having a secret daughter hidden from all, i m still single and i dont have any such daughter, what i m talking about is the future, the future when i will have a daughter or may be i wont, but i would like to have one. Small girls are cute arent they, not the small ones, who cry and shit(vici, chhaya i know i have mentioned shit, i m beginning to wonder how its coming in every post, it not written on purpose.) all the time but the ones who have started talking, i m not adding any age here because i have no idea at what age they start talking…
I have always thought relation between the father and daughter, mother and son is a layered one, i mean there are too many facets to it. The thing is that as the girl’s age increases the relation between father and daughter keeps on changing, mostly the distance between them keeps on increasing while that of son and mother keeps on getting closer, stronger. Father always love daughters more and mother their son. It has to do with sexuality, male and female attraction. (dont worry its not moving forward to an incest topic). Though there are exceptions in father and son relation where father loves son more than the daughter but its because of the society, and happens mostly in garibs world where sons are considered an asset and daughter a liability (krishna cried a lot when his second child also was a girl, but being in company of wise ppl like me, he has changed).
When we have a family of 4, brother, sister, mother and father its always the perfect one because sexually it gets balanced.
I coming to the title topic i picturise it like this . So i will have a daughter one day, a cute one with a pony on top of the head, then she would start going to school with two ponies, and she would go to college with one pony, and to the job without a pony. As the ponies change their position so does the relationship. The small girl who would jump on papa’s lap wouldn’t jump anymore because she knows there is a dick that might get erect, the girl who would cling to papa wouldn’t anymore because boobs have come between papa and her. As the boobs grow so does the distance between the father and the daughter (<– smart lines eehh?). For the father its always hard, the small child whom he had carried in his arms, the one who clug at his finger when walking, the times when he had stared at her beauty, the times when he had slept hugging her, the one whom he had kissed every time, the one whom he would ask for a kissi before giving a toffee has grown up, its no more her small child, he cant stare at her anymore, cant sleep with her, cant kiss her whenever he wanted, cant ask for a kiss for toffee. I can say it must be hard to see the distance growing, and the distance must have grown more, faster when the mother must have told him about her first period. The sad part is that there is never a reunion, the child doesnt come back, the one whom he had loved with all his heart. She now has a boy friend and he envies him, he is a competition, all the love of his child has shifted to him. He tries to stay away, he would cry in his dreams when the girl would say “papa dont preach me”, he would blame the americans when she would talk about privacy.., he would think twice before entering her room with dont enter written on the door, as he would knock ” i m busy” a sound from inside he could hear. she must really be busy he would think, but if he is a nut like me he would think “she must be fingering, talking to her boy friend discussing about what position they could try today at sanu ka ground after tuitions..
The avoidance is often from the child, during the puberty days, there is high repulsion towards the parents, and those are the days the parents love their kids the highest, this is an evolutionary stuff, its natural hate for parents that comes from kids so that it would be easy to leave them.. and chart their own paths. But the parents still love the kids as they had loved them when they were young, they still worry when you sneeze, thou they must be far off but still they wont be able to sleep as they didnt when you were young and sick, they worry a lot about us and we often ignore them, they worry when you are late, but you say “its my life” but we forget you are his life. we are annoyed at their care.. but we will realise, realise it one day when everything will be too late..
P.S. too long hun, hope i didnt bore u.