It’s been long since you heard from us and I know you’ve been waiting. I was just thinking of making our platform a bit different. So this time I thought why not dedicate a writing to our dads who in silence live each day for us. Hope you will enjoy reading it.
The best gift in this world we can give someone is an assurance that, “You are not alone, I’m there for you.” This should be highlighted not just in mere words. It must be in the way we treat someone. Our attitudes have a great role to play.
I’m reminded of a small incident. I stay a kilometre away from my parents’ house. Hence visiting them often has become ritualistic. My hubby, children also make it a point to pay a visit. It so happened that once my parents had gone on a tour. When they returned, my dad was down with fever. Medicines were unable to bring him back to normal condition. I couldn’t go to see him because of a relative’s death. An orthodox custom of ours forbid me to do so. But I had to break this custom, as dad’s only demand then, was to see me. He said he didn’t want to follow anything for sometime. My Mom who’s usually rigid in such things gave me permission. Her main concern that time was my dad’s health. I went to see him. He jumped out of his bed and shook hands with me. I could feel the wrinkles on his hands which reminded me of his age. But he never likes to be called ‘old’. I could also sense how comfortable he felt holding my hands. Tears welled up my eyes but I suppressed for I knew he would cry as well. We chatted for sometime. I gave him food and his medicine and returned home. Next morning, I received a call from my Mom saying that dad’s fever had come down. He had also had a sound sleep the previous night. I was relaxed and thanked God for making me understand that children’s company serves as a better medicine for ageing parents.
Let’s hope we all give the same respect to our fathers just as we do for our mothers.
Sujatha Sairam, Chennai