A few days back I received an email from Hillary (Cheng Leng as I know her) regarding a brilliant idea on ‘Sunday Sharing’ carnival. It’s for anyone to share their thoughts/feelings about a subject matter – this week’s title being “My Father’s Hand”. When I read the topic, I knew that I have infinite things to talk about my father.
– My father’s hands are sinewy but which radiates warmth and a sense of security in me when he holds mine guiding me along the miraculous path of life.
– His hands feeding us when we were small.
– His hands have guided me along the path of learning – inculcating the value of education in me and I owe him for all that I have achieved till this day.
– His hands always moving animately to teach and impress us by frequent admonitions.
– His hands holding an Atlas when we quiz him on some places on earth.
– As a kid, I remember that when my father’s hand is not holding mine, it will be hugging my mom; or at other times reaching for the sweets 🙂
– I know better not to provoke him because I have seen his temper a few times – his hands laying flat on my cheek – but I know he did that for my own good – and I remember his hands holding and calming me down afterwards.
My father has taught me to always treat anyone with love and respect even if they have hurt you. At times I can be rebellious – and he is the only person able to calm me down. His deep interest in spirituality and moral values have deeply rooted in me.
I hope that my life itself is a message to my father that I’m living a blessed, happy and blissful life because of him and his teachings. And his hands will soon give me away on my wedding day; and I can picture his hands cuddling his grandchildren with him beaming in pride.
When my father comes back from the store, as a kid I remember running out to him to see what he has bought for me. As a grown-up lady now, I know that my father is truly a rich man – not in material possessions (he is always a simple person) – but a rich man whose children run into his arms when his hands are empty.