A Daughter’s WORLD…

A conversation with a close friend made me complete a piece of writing today that has been pending since 2-3 days now. As she was sharing her heart out, speaking of the loss of a relation, and the probable opportunity to love and be loved in return, I kept listening and supporting in my own way. But all in vain which was apparent in the sudden outburst from her... “You are not getting my world right now.”

My first reaction, just like any other human being, was, “Ya sure… if after going through whatever I have gone through in life, you think I am not getting your world, so be it.”

But, keeping the reaction aside, I picked up the phone and called her just to get her world. I do not know what support she was looking for when she said “my experience right now is of a big loss”. But I hope and pray that what I said somewhere encouraged her.

I believe what holds true for her, holds true for you and me too. Whenever we experience loss, it is time for certain things… time to give up something, time to forgive yourself and the other person, time to accept the situation as it is, time to make all that has happened insignificant such that it does not impact you, and biggest of all time to acknowledge yourself that even with all that has happened in your past you still had the courage to LOVE and a capacity to take risk, unlike many people who never give LOVE another chance.

Now about the piece of writing that got complete. Though this is dedicated to my papa Mr. K.L. Bashani, I am sure it will resonate in every one's heart, especially a daughter’s heart because their world is all the same... where her first love, her papa, is missed, and the experience of this LOSS, no one can ever fill.

I still miss the one who loved me beyond measure...
I still miss the one who is my life's greatest & most precious treasure...

He loved without expecting and gave when I didn't even ask...
He accepted me the way I am and not the face covered with a mask...

He taught me to give, he taught me to care, he taught me to love…
For my own needs, he taught me to ask the heavenly father above…

He cried when I was hurt, his eyes would have tears before mine
He would keep doing things silently, and I would continue to shine

His elation knew no bound; his joy was complete when I won in life
But he made me tough, taught me to be relentless in all the strife

When death took him away, I experienced a LOSS beyond repair
Till time healed my wounds, and I learnt again to accept and share

I am glad I let go of the bitterness within and carved a joyful pathway
Being one with him forever, I am guided by the light of his love even today

To experience his love in this lifetime is an eternal blessing indeed...
I wish and pray I can be like him, especially in my character and my deed...