Daddy Dear
Siddharth rested his head on the steering wheel. Three
meetings in a single day was too hectic for him. Now the damn Bangalore traffic
wouldn't let him reach home. Ruhi must be waiting for him, his loving daughter.
After two long hours Siddharth finally reached home. Ruhi
came running towards him in her baby feet. ‘Papa…papapa…’the two and a half year
old sang. He lifted her into his arms and magically the whole day’s exhaustion
vanished. ‘O, my little princess, give me a kissie,’ he said pointing to his
cheek. The little one was too happy to oblige. ‘Aw, it hurt…’ she said, hands
on her lips. ‘Oh, sorry, papa has forgotten to shave,’ Siddharth touched his
ears. The smiling face returned, Ruhi laughed.
Next morning, Ruhi was early at the breakfast table. She sat
on the table at the centre, and everyone sat around her, taking a morning
kissie from her in turns, as if a ritual. She was everyone’s darling. But when
her doting father’s turn came, Ruhi cried, ’Aw, it hurt…Papa, you didn’t shave…
it’s like needles.’ Siddharth regretted. ‘How much time does it really take to
shave?’ his mother chastised.
He then itself went and shaved.
‘Now my dearie won’t get hurt,’ Siddharth smiled to himself.
This post is a part of the Protest Against Smelly Stubble
Activity in association with BlogAdda. This post is for P.A.S.S. I was tagged
by Geeta Nair in her post here. I would like to tag Nischala, Privy, Shilpa Garg, Rajlaxmi .(Inviting you to write a post in 200-300
words for P.A.S.S. and don’t forget to mention me at the end of the post just
as I have mentioned Geeta ma’m. For more information see here.)
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