My Favorite Song

This one song never fails to inspire me. My most favorite movie and song of all time, Enya’s voice is heavenly.

THE ONLY PERFECT PICTURE - My Family

I definitely know this is not one of those exciting stories you are probably looking for, but unfortunately this is one of the best stories I have. I was not deliberately searching for some inspiration, but this dawned upon me. Through the last few years this part of my life stories were mostly confined to a single person, this friend of mine who is a perfect counter part of myself. Finally this poor fellow has suggested me to leave an autobiography (funny though) for I am a good story teller; the only thing that grabbed his attention.

All that I have learned from this family is to 'give away' anything and everything at all. The kind of love I've watched over the years while growing up is immense. The love and trust between a man and a woman, my parents, have been quite overwhelming. Having worked as a good police officer he is a man of great courage, strength, hard work and honesty, above all -a man of word; the real man in my life, my Father. I shall wear all the pride of this world to point at this one Man. But I am still puzzled at the reason for my very belonging to this family.

Born in this part of the world to this family brought up among two wonderful guys, my younger brothers, I was offered every ecstasy of life. At the age of 11 when I was sent to the hostel I probably moved with a whole lot of 'him' in me. My early days with the family had taught me that any person who come across in our life  have every right to be treated good and given a chance; no matter if your little act would not get rewarded or even remembered you are here to act like a Human. Many people including relatives and friends, I had seen them all coming into our family like we are one, staying with us for some time, asking us to trust them and finally leaving us like they have never known us.

Best of the things were always given away whether it is a good dress, or some special food prepared at home or anything at all. Despite of having all of these relationships broken over years I still see them trusting people helping them to be in a better place. My trust on those people have all faded away in a long run, but Dad, did you ever realize how badly this has passed onto me? I thought it was me who was alone in the hostel rooms but now I realize you were alone too fighting this whole world, but you never complained.

Many have told me Dad that the stars are jealous of us and want me to be in pain, I trust or not my wounds are still raw. But when I look up to you I see life ahead, the other day when you told me that you trust me with whatever I am, I wanted to burst out more than what I've ever done looking at this treacherous world. I've always loved the way you support Mom, whenever we quarrel you just know how fragile and alone she is without you. No matter you had been rude to me at times I could still be joyous to see how strong you both are in long years of marriage.

I know you are missing every single dream about your little girl but Dad you were remembered at every crucial moment in my life. Thinking about the pain I could be causing you, I was withdrawn. I've always wanted to know what makes you this good on earth. Though we don’t talk much I feel so safe and proud walking next to you; it’s the best feeling in the world Dad. Whenever I sing I remember it’s just because you have been a wonderful singer and when I dance I set myself out to see every happiness you have  ever offered me in this life. I wonder, what I have here without you Dad? Nothing at all.  You are the only truth in my life, who inspires me to trust people knowing that they are never going to return me anything.

When my both hands come together in prayer, this whole universe concise within it starting from you traveling across the world passing all my loved ones it ends in you; you are the best thing ever occurred to me Dad. I just want to remember all the fathers in this whole world who sees an angel in their daughters,   whose prayers keep them strong enough to fight this world. Every good thing about me is yours Dad; and every mistake was mine. Love you so much Dad and i think i want to be born here again as your daughter…