As he walked through the alley, he thought of the
legacy of his missing father who had
disappeared and despite requests for patience,
it was insinuated that he had moved over
to the other side without caring for all
his family and friends who stood by his side.
Linking to Ragtag Daily Prompt: Legacy, Fandango One Word Challenge: Missing, Your Daily Word Prompt: Insinuate, Weekly Prompts: Patience, Wordless Wednesday, Crimson’s Creative Challenge #93, One Liner Wednesday
He always taught his son that he needed to aim for the stars and maybe he would reach the sky.
Linking to One Word Sunday: Star
Someone has said that only when you become a parent do you know what all it entails to become one. There’s so much we learn from our parents many of which a lot of us truly understand only when they are gone. But it doesn’t always have to be this way. When I saw Pooja’s book, I was quite keen to see what she has penned down.
The blurb goes like this:
“Sometimes I think my papa is an accordion. When he looks at me and smiles and breathes, I hear the notes.” – Markus Zusak
Papa & I is a collection of the author’s writings dedicated to her late father. In the middle of the COVID19 pandemic, many people are experiencing the grief of past losses and anticipatory grief of future fears. This compilation is for anyone who has lost a loved one to death, particularly a parent whom they deeply loved.
The title and the cover truly indicate that this book is an ode to her father and what all she has learnt from him over the years. I am sure so many of us can apply these learnings to our lives as well.
The book is divided into three sections – prose, poetry and random notes. Prose includes a letter and a few thoughts on how Pooja felt growing up around her parents and the way her father took care of her by instilling different values.
He had built on the legacy of his father when he setup the school in his memory. While the school seemed like any other from the outside, it surely was different from the others.
The students were from the disadvantaged communities around the area who couldn’t afford the other expensive schools. They were provided with nutritious meals and a proper environment to study free from any discrimination whatsoever. As was his father’s wish, he ensured that the school was free from vices of any kind.
All this had ensured that his respect amongst the students and teachers was very pronounced.
Linking to Ragtag Daily Prompt: Pronounced, Fandango One Word Challenge: Legacy and 100 Word Wednesday
“Please don’t do this. I beg you. I am sick and tired of this torture.” She could only murmur as he locked her and took the keys away.
The man whom she called ‘father’ had sexually tortured her and her sister for years. He had kept them in an underground cellar hidden from the world including their mother. They always wondered whether their mother had even tried searching for them.
At first, they tried to fight their way out of his clutches. But slowly they resigned themselves to this fate hoping that they rather face death than be his toy.
Linking to Friday Foto Fiction
My Father Is A Hero
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‘My Father is a Hero’ by Srishti Publishers is Nishant Kaushik’s fifth novel after four bestsellers. At it’s core, it is a heartwarming story of the love between a father and his daughter. Does it work? Let’s check it out.
The blurb goes like this –
Vaibhav Kulkarni has had few accomplishments worth boasting about in his modest life and career. Yet, his happy universe lies intact in the love and pride his ten-year-old daughter inspires in him.
Nisha Kulkarni justifies every reason to be the favourite child of Pune’s premier school – be it her academic brilliance, her exceptional facility with music, or simply her unassuming charm. With his daughter showing promising signs of a stellar success story, Vaibhav has made peace with own unrequited dreams of the past.
But when the girl mysteriously starts losing her mojo and spirals into despair and seclusion, Vaibhav faces the toughest test of his life as a single father – to reclaim his child’s trust and happiness. What distance will a middle-class man with limited means go to show his daughter the merit in believing in a dream? Read this gripping tale of love, courage, and of the emergence of an ordinary man as an extraordinary hero.
For starters, the book has a nice cover design which perfectly captures the essence of the story. Everything about it be it the bag or the father and daughter holding hands is so well thought of.
Nishant has a lovely story at hand. The book starts off slowly as it shows the deep bond of love between Vaibhav and Nisha. Along with going out of his way to ensure that the smile never leaves her face, he also makes it a point to instill the right virtues in her despite the challenges of bringing her up as a single parent.
A letter to life
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Dear Zindagi (Life),
You have quite literally been a bed of roses till date. Everyone has his or her share of horror stories and troubles which shape their childhood and thinking. But in my case, it has almost been as perfect as it gets. While I know that it may not always be the case, I truly appreciate what all you have given me.
Once the right values and beliefs were inculcated in me, I was always encouraged to chart my own course in my career. There was never any force or coercion to do things to please others or live life on other’s terms. And the best part was the fact that my loved ones supported me all the way in any decision that I took. They have always believed that one can discuss anything with multiple people but the final decision should rest with the individual. And they taught me the same.
The father and son duo walked hand in hand on the beach..
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Hey Buddy,
I have finally learnt a few words like ‘buddy’ and am on the way to be the so called ‘modern’ dad you wanted me to be. I hear you ask why do I call you buddy rather than my son. As you would have observed, in my style of parenting, the children should always feel that while interacting with their parents they are as comfortable as interacting with their friends. They should be able to tell anything and everything without having the fear to be judged.
There was a phase during my growing up years when I felt that my parents didn’t know anything. I felt that they didn’t understand me at all. As far as I was concerned, they were pretty much outcasts when it came to my thinking, my friends and my general way of life. I always feared for the fact that if I share my life’s stories with them, they would judge me rather than share meaningful advice.
She was tortured..
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“She is a lovely child. It’s so painful to even imagine that parents can treat their children in such a gruesome manner.”
Mohita’s smile and cheerfulness hid the pain and torture she had gone through during her childhood. From the time she was 4, her father’s advances towards her were full of perversion and voyeuristic pleasure. As the years went by, they soon evolved into full blown sexual assaults.
She never got to go to school or play with kids of her age. It was only when she escaped after a decade that she got to know about the world outside.
I am participating in the A to Z challenge in April and the theme I have chosen is Micro-fiction.
She suffered at his hands..
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“You deserve to be thrown out of the community and this village forever for the sin you have done of falling in love with a guy from another caste.”
Rajesh, her father and head sarpanch went on as he pulled her by her hair from their house to the center of the village and thrashed her.
Hers was a simple family in a village where the panchayat made all decisions on whatever they thought was good and bad for everyone irrespective of what the ministers in the government decided.
She was frustrated seeing her father come home drunk and hit her mother day in and day out.
When Rohan came into her life, it seemed as though her life had some meaning and she even hoped to convince her family one day.
I am participating in the A to Z challenge in April and the theme I have chosen is Micro-fiction.
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