I lost my father two weeks back. Normally, I can talk about anything under the sun given enough caffeine, and I can even write about anything under the sun given enough time with google. But this loss has left me bereft of words... and even after thinking long and hard, I'm not able to find the right combination of words to express myself. Isn't that a strange place to be in? It's like having a sharp, hard, diamond shiny with unshed tears lodged in your throat. You can't swallow it because you're afraid swallowing it will lead you to forget; on the other hand throwing it up will probably lead to hysteria.
It wasn't till two weeks back that I realized how important dads are to little girls. Everyone thinks it's the mother who influences her daughter's nature, but I think its the father who really defines his daughters life...
A father's neglect can lead to a woman who is fractured within herself, pitching the need to please a man against the fear of being rejected.
A father's neglect can lead a woman to cut herself on the knife of mistrust in close intimate relationships.
A father's neglect can even lead a woman to think she doesn't deserve all unconditional love... a father's neglect can lead to so many things...
So here's my note to all you daddies who might stumble on this blog - take care of your lil' girls heart... it's a tiny little chrysalis within which lies a butterfly built of dreams, and memories of one who handled her heart with care...
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