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“Behind every great daughter is a truly amazing father.”

“A father is someone you look up to no matter how tall you grow.”

“It is a wise father that knows his child.”

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There are lots of quotes you will find if you google but in my case, I will give this quotes “One father is more than a hundred friends” This is true …I must say this is very true. My dad is the only friend in my life till now. Whenever I sat on his lap, I feel like I am the luckiest girl in the world. That was so peaceful and even my favourite place to sit and relax. If I am scared, that lap and his arms were my medicines. When my mom beat me, as I was very naughty …Yeah, still I am. Dad was the only person who used to save me. And those two pieces of chicken I used to take, wherever mom cooked chicken at home, from him. He used to do all my homework…..

My dad was my best friend with whom I share all my secrets, bodyguard, fighting partner, my love and my first crush …. and he is the only person whom I disturb whenever I want but he never gets angry …

But I lost him at a young age.
Now, in every way, I miss him. I always feel that if he is with me at least I can get that lap or may share all my secrets or at least can disturb him for some more time.

Anyways …the truth is I MISS HIM A LOT …AND I WANT HIM TO COME BACK TO LIFE AGAIN, I know that’s not possible but still, I WANT ….

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#happyfathersday #fathersday #missyou #missyoudaddy #heismybestfriendforever #loveyoudaddy

Caz Today Is World Music Day

I have an old-schooled,retro-style Philip radio   from where I listen to music most of the time. Though nowadays, we prefer Spotify and a speaker or headphones to listen to music, even I possess Spotify and Wynk music. Somehow I am emotionally bounded with this device when I was not allowed to watch television because I have eye power, I used to listen to music on the radio. I spent my entire adolescent period with radio and it becomes my bestie. Sometimes mom hides the radio as I will listen to music on the radio the whole day. Listening to the music on the radio while solving the exercise problems of mathematics is my favourite. But now I listen to music on my radio once a day as now we have a social media platform and scrolling through the Instagram feed or Facebook news feed is a must, even we don’t know how many times we scroll in a day. I use my phone the whole day as I can’t live without my phone but at the end of the day, blue light from my phone never let me fall asleep whereas the songs at the low sound from the radio aid to sleep.

My bestie My Retrostyled Radio

Everything Change With Time

In my childhood days, the first thing I saw in the morning after I wake up was mom and papa were having a cup of tea together with small chitchat. Their conversation was like mom speaks a lot while dad was holding that day’s Newspaper Anandabazar Patrika and silently listening to her. She used to bring two small cups, a glass full of tea, some sugar and a plate full of my favourite Marie biscuits on a tray. We, Bengali people, used to follow a culture that in a family, the father gets breakfast or lunch or dinner first then comes the children and in the end, the mother has their breakfast or lunch or dinner. So she used to prepare my dad’s cup first and then hers. Just like me, she loves Marie biscuits a lot. I observed that she dip half a portion of Marie in her cup full of tea and then eat that biscuit. On the other side, dad masticates a portion of Marie then take a sip of tea. She used to offer me a full plate of biscuits but never gave me a cup of tea. As this is a myth that children can’t have tea in the morning instead, we get a glass of milk every day during breakfast. But, I got the permission of dipping my biscuits in my mom’s cup and rejoice that yummy soft soaked Marie biscuits in the morning and start my day. That’s was a habit in my childhood days. I used to eat four to five Marie biscuits every day.

Isn’t it nostalgic?

Now, I have grown up, become an adult, so I can have a cup of tea every morning. Tea brand has changed from some flavoured tea from salt lake tea store to Brooke Bond Red Label Natural care. It’s an Ayurvedic Tea and she is a big fan of Ayurveda. With tea, biscuits type has also changed too. For maintaining my healthy lifestyle, I take Britannia Nutri choice sugar-free crackers and she enjoys her Britannia Good Day Cashew Cookies or Britannia Good Day Butter cookies. I am a night owl so I wake up late every morning after she prepares my cup of tea. While the laddu Gopal Ji has his breakfast, me and my mammy having our tea. Now she speaks less as she lost her best friend eleven years ago. But some things never change like she now prepares my cup of tea first and then hers and she still dip her cookies in her tea and then has hers. On the other side, while having a cup of tea, I glance through my preferable newspaper The Telegraph and T2. Mom read her newspaper after completing her cup of tea.

Holi Without Colours

Today, 10 of March 2020, is Holi, And yes, this year I spend my Holi well, to be specific much better than those past years.

Whether your life gives you beautiful memories or awful memories, we always remember both the memories. Isn’t it true?

Today I was recalling some awful memories

Eight years back, when I was in school, as far as I remember, I was in class 7. Holi festival always comes in the middle of my examination or 2-3 days before my examination starts. That year, Holi was in the middle of my examination. This is why my classmates always plan to play Holi on the last day of the Annual examination. When everyone was busy playing Holi, I have to lock up myself in a room for studying. I am always at ease with this isolation lifestyles. I don’t have any neighbouring companions with whom I will miss playing Holi. I never played Holi with my friends.

Ultimately, the last day of my examination arrived, before entering the examination hall, my classmates informed all other classmates about the different colours they bought while I was listening from a distance. No one is interested to talk to me, specifically not interested to play Hoil with me. As soon as the exam ends, all my classmates rushed downstairs and started to play Holi. I saw every one of my classmates bought different colours like yellow, green, purple and so many colours. While every one of my classmates is busy smudging colours on each other, I was standing alone downstairs. No one is interested to give some colours to me, not even littlest. I know my friend doesn’t like me at all. Or maybe I do not belong to the rich family, maybe there was some reason. I don’t know the reason. I only know Holi is a festival of colour. Hoil is about celebrating happiness with and family. People forget their troubles and indulge in this festival to celebrate brotherhood. In other words, we forget our enmities and get into the festival spirit. Holi is also called the festival of colours because people play with colours and apply to each other’s faces to get coloured in the essence of the festival. In India, People only write it in the essay to score good marks but never do it in real life. They remember everything, the people they dislike, the people whom they never suppressed, the people with whom they never deal, during the festival as well as normal days. Anyway, 15 minutes later, the whole downstairs was covered with different colours and a small plastic containing leftovers of pink colours. All my classmates left. I stilled waiting for my school bus. Two boys were rejected like me. I don’t know my classmates never talk to those boys. They were last benchers. Even I don’t talk to them just like my friends do, unless some emergency. One of the boy picked up that plastic and took some colour and throw it at me. He wants to give me some colours – those leftover colours. I move aside. Though I don’t have friends I do have self -respect.

I don’t know is it a lesson for me or just a bad luck?

Sometimes I think it a lesson.

Lesson

Maybe a lesson or not.

The Journey Begins

Thanks for joining me!

Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton