I had written this a long while ago but was debating
whether to post or not. I made two of my friends read this and they had distant
reviews. I got busy with college and it just went off my mind. Today, this post
appeared and reading it made me feel as though why haven’t I posted it yet? It
has got sweet little suspense, a beautiful end line (I love boasting about
myself :P It is beautiful though) and a lot different than what I normally
write. So, I set off to post this. For the title, I am sticking with the
numbers, continuing from where I left. And it’s such an awesome coincidence, because
the last number was 20 and so this one gets 21. The coincidence is, it’s my
birthday today and guess the age? Yes, I turned 21 :P
It really is a small thing but these are the
moments that we should note and remember for a long time. That is also one of
the resolutions I am going to make for the year - taking pleasure in the small
things and more of short term goals than long one. Second is having a new motto
for the new changes ahead. I am upgrading from ‘Live and let live’ to ‘Getting
caught is better than having regrets.’
Cheers to the new year ahead and do tell me your
opinion about the post. Be it a single word ‘nice’ or a long appreciation or
just a ‘worst post ever’. I was kidding about the last one, don’t surf on with
bad remarks :P Make me happy (wink).
#TG
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“Do you think he loves me enough to get married
to him?” Sera asked her father who was watering the flower pots that they
bought two days ago. Without turning his face towards her, he answered, “He is
worthy, I think. His eyes seem happy when he’s around you.” She raised her
right eyebrow, “‘eyes seem happy’ that is way too filmy, mike.” She made a
face. Her father gave a short smile, still watering the plants. “How can you
say that, anyway? You’ve met him only twice and besides, what do you know of
romance.” She teased him. For the world, they shared a father-daughter
relationship, but they’d always been friends. When she first started understanding
the world surrounding her, he didn’t teach her to denote him as ‘Dad’ or ‘Papa’
or ‘father’; instead he presented himself as a person who would just be by her
side in each aspect of her life and not overshadow her. She called him by his
name and even though he raised her, he never made her feel any less than him.
“I know a lot about romance than you can ever learn girl.” He said in a serious
tone. “Oh, the love teacher unleashes himself in front of the world at last.”
She said while opening up her arms as though introducing him like a host. She
continued, “Just because you’ve had more relationships that I did, doesn’t mean
your judgment regarding him is right.” “That’s called experience baby. I’ve
loved your mother enough to pass on a certified judgment like that without
doubt.” He said chuckling. “As if…” she trailed, looking at him, stunned, “Wait,
what did you say?” “What?” he asked trying not to make an eye contact. “You
loved my mother? You said you didn’t know who my mother is. How could you say you
loved her, when you don’t know who she is?” “I said I wasn’t ‘sure’ who your
mother is.” He said, lifting both his hands and curving up two fingers of each
while saying ‘sure’. “Mike, can we stop with the confusing part? All these
years I thought you genuinely had no idea who she was and now, all of a sudden
you say, you weren’t ‘sure’ while you have a name?” She said making the same
action as his. “Look, I’ve been in a lot of relationship. To that matter, quite
intimate ones too…” She cut him off, “I’m not interested in knowing how big of
a Casanova you were okay! I know you well. Just tell me, if you know who she is
or no.” She didn’t know who her mother was, but she’s always wanted to know. It
wasn’t because she had wanted to know the reason behind her, leaving her one
week old daughter. She wanted to know if her mother had the same beauty spot as
hers. She wanted to know which of her habits were like her. She wanted to know
if she was as cool as mike. She wanted to know, what it felt like to sleep on your
mother’s lap. Was it really like how most of her friends boasted about it on
mother’s day? Or was it different? She looked at mike with eagerness and
nervousness at once. She wanted to know who she was and she was afraid if she
was anything less than what she’d imagined her to be. “Sera, listen to me.”
Mike said, sitting beside her, holding her shoulder. “Here’s the fact. I have
slept with a lot of women, before you were born. I do that even now and you
know it. Maybe this is one of the reasons; I have never been in an actual
relationship. Even though I’m a 41 year old man with a 19 year old daughter,
I’m still an adolescent at heart and mind. Therefore, I’m not exactly sure who
your mother is. The only reason I think of a woman now, is because, of all the
women I’ve dated she could be the only one who would be crazy enough to do such
a thing.” He said with a tone sadder than she’d ever heard him. Both were
silent for some minutes. He was looking at her, waiting for a reply. She looked
at him “Why now? You’ve never told this before regardless of hundreds of
questions that I’d been asking for years.” She covered her face with her hands.
“It’s because, I saw her today.” She looked up at once “You mean you saw my
mother today? Oh my god, where is she?” She questioned holding her
breathe. “I said I saw a woman who once
told me that if I put her in trouble, she’d put me in a bigger trouble.”
#StyZie
