This does not understand from
where to pen down..
Well will start from my infantile
days and childhood..
My father was very possessive
about me since my birth.. He did not allow my mother to feed me but instead
would give me bottle feeding by himself.. He used to carry me everywhere, made
me bathe and thereafter would put the dress on me which I used to put hand on.
For this he specially made a sack of my clothes. I was pampered a lot by him.
I retain information of my first
b’day party at the age of four. Everyone from my family, paternal uncle aunty
and neighbors all had arrived to my place and were waiting for me to cut the
cake.. But before that I found out that my Windsor Windsor
I grew 4 and then on my first day
to school, I was made to sit in the hackney off to school. I sobbed in the
class even persistently. And there I saw my Papa out from the window looking
for me. I was sucking thumb and stretched my arms but heck I was not allowed to
reach to him!! And just waited until the bell rang and I was in my father’s
arms. Above all I would always be grateful to my parents to get our schooling
done from Holy Angels’ Convent
School
In Hindus, we girls undergo Jaya
Parvati Vrat for getting good husband, at a very tender age. Mine started when
I was 5. I commit to memory merrily moving round and besides that my mumma was
pouring tea in cups for all and warned me even that I will fall and will get
burnt.. There I go over the hot tea and got my ass burned!!.. Oh my my!!
Immediately I was taken to our family doctor by my parents, my papa carrying me
in his arms, running through roads to reach early.. Actually was not getting
rickshaw easily for the doctor’s place. After getting the first aid done we
came back home and in order to complete the rituals my mother made me open my
fast by feeding me lying face down position over her lap.
I can bear in mind one more
incidence where my father was giving rotis (Indian bread) to the monkey and I
asked to let me even do it once. The moment I took the roti from my father’s
hand the monkey grabbed it from my hand and I just got so terrified that I went
into delirium. My father got so worried at that time that asked my grandmother to do anything in order that my scariness goes away.
I grew up as a very intellectual
girl, always getting A+ or A grades during my schooling. My father was never
worried about my scores but did compare it with my cousin sister. Ny ways that
never mattered to him much as he had trust on me.
He always had tears in his eyes
when we all i.e. my mumma, my siblings and me were leaving for Mumbai during
vacations. But apart from being so good he was even very strict daddy. I was
beaten up by him lot many times coz I was really very naughty girl at home.
About the main storyline in
regards to my increased sensitivity and increased reliantness on my family after my father, will publish in
the next blog.. Till then enjoy reading.
