My creator, My father

The greatest gift I ever had come from God, and I call him Dad!
I had the greatest father
a child could ever have on earth
Was the first male face I remember
after my mother gave me birth
I remember the many times
he wiped the tears from my face
And felt the strength of his arms
when he held me in his embrace
His discipline seemed harsh at times
and his words may have been strong
But it wasn’t because he was cruel
was because I did a wrong
The times we shared together
were more than I can recall
To have him the moments I did
was better than not knowing him at all.
Our fathers carry half of our genetic makeup. Our relationship with our father plays a huge part of who we will become. In many segments of society, people grow up without ever knowing their fathers. This is unfortunate because fathers should play as important a role in raising their children as mothers. A father is the model of a man for his daughter and she will choose a man who is like him. A father is the model for his son as well. They are the mentors of our life. Our life would have been completely different without their immense love and support.
Father’s Day is not the only day when you can express your love for him.
Every day is a Father’s Day. Don’t wait for special occasions to let him know that how much you value him in your life. It is a great unfortunate moment when he/she loses his/her dad. No one on this earth can repair that huge loss. So, before it’s too late express your beautiful feelings for him.
I am not ashamed to say that no man I ever met was my father’s equal, and I never loved any other man as much.
I was looking at an old photograph, glaring at the cracked frame. I still remember his smile and the way he used to laugh. Since the day he left it hasn’t been the same.
My mom says I got my looks from my father. He too had those big almond shaped eyes and a Wheatish complexion. Whenever she says so, I feel proud for some reason. Don’t know why, but it feels good that I resemble my father.
He was a very unusual man, a man with few words and expressions. To the best of my remembrance, I don’t remember seeing him frown or being sad or worried about anything. He always kept calm in situations of panic. His face always had a serious expression, he did not talk or laugh much. He served for Indian Air Force and may be that was the reason behind his controlled nature and disciplined life.
I grew up seeing him dressing up in his crisp light blue uniform and hard soled heavy duty black leather boots. Those boots made thundering noise when he used to walk in them. The icing on the cake used to be the badge with his name carved on it which he used to wear proudly on his chest. He used to side part his jet black hair and loved his thin well-trimmed moustache, which added an elegance to his face.
His interests or I would say leisure activities were far more different from ours, as in we youngsters today. We like to play video games or go for a coffee or a movie or chat with friends, but he loved reading. And guess what? He loved reading Dictionaries. Yes, he loved learning new words during his free hours. And need not say, his vocabulary was remarkable. I don’t remember that I asked him the meaning of some word and he did not revert with a positive answer at that very moment. He was a well read man.
His another interest included reading law books. Though he was never a law student, he liked to enhance his knowledge about Indian laws and the penal codes in his spare time.
I always wanted to be like him! Poised, calm, composed and self-attained.
He never looked for praises, he just went on quietly working. His dreams were seldom spoken, his wants were very few, and most of the time his worries went unspoken too.
He was there like a firm foundation through all the storms of my life. He was a true friend I could turn to, when times were good or bad. One of my greatest blessings, the man that I called Dad.
He taught me life’s lessons, of right from wrong. And instilled in me values, that made me strong. And so through the years, he stood like a hero. Working to give, all that he could.
He left us before 7 years. He was my hero! Rather, he is my hero, and will be, forever.
His presence was important, and I loved to see him smile. For no one in the world, could emulate his style.
And so dear Dad, my best memory to recall, is the gift of your presence, the greatest gift of all.
I could still smell his cologne,
piercing my little nose,
his touch was rough, but gentle,
his strength was unbearable, but soft.
He left me, He’s gone.
But I remain strong,
for we will meet again.
His love is too big to be put into words,
But his love isn’t.
Who is he?
He’s Daddy, My creator, My father.
The man that helped me enter this wonderful world.
But now he’s gone, never to return again
But his words never left my memory,
Bye-Bye Riti. You will always be my little Sweetie
He said to me.
Too young to understand the pain of missing a father,
His love still blossoms like a flower.
But he’s gone now,
how I longed to smell his sweet cologne.
My Daddy, My Life, My love…
I dedicate this post to my Father. May his soul rest in peace.
Love you Dad! And Miss you!
For the outfit post, enjoy the pictures.

Cheers
Ritika

Polka shirt: Westside
Jeans: TJ Max
Shoes: Naturalizer from Bata
Bag: Walmart
Sunnies: Aldo
Watch: Titan
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Author: Ritika Sahni

Wife. Blogger. Coffee lover. Fitness Freak. People watcher. Beauty admirer. To sum up - I'm high on life..!

7 thoughts on “My creator, My father”

  1. So sad your dad has past away but you've been lucky to have loved yours so strongly. I still get surprised to see Indian women not dress traditionaly but they look fantastic anyway they dress. This outfit flatters your figure nicely.

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  2. I read this article late but Thank God I read it……. Cried throughout reading this article because a reader can feel the pain (in each of it's word) of not having a Father specially for daughters.

    May his soul rest in peace and I am sure he will be very happy and proud from heaven to have a daughter like you!!

    Suksham

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