Missing Papa

This morning,the school having closed down for Easter, I hired some help to clean up the garage (another job I keep postponing).The hubby’s bike and the car were taken out and while I was looking up and sorting out the things that really needed to be disposed and making a mental list,I noticed Munch cleaning Baba’s bike with a piece of cloth.She had a forlorn look on her face and her hand moved so lovingly over the parts of the bike,that I suddenly had an urge to hold her in my arms and cry.She was missing her father…its been sometime that he has been home.Her eyes had a sad look as if the bike made her remember the outings she had when baba was around.He spoils the children rotten whenever he comes home.”Baba we want to go to Big Bazaar” and baba is ready in a minute and no amount of pending homework can stop them.Whenever Munch’s eyes rest on a pair of shoes a minute longer than usual,baba picks it up oblivious that he bought her a pair just a week ago.Seven years and baba has made it a point,no matter what he is there to attend Munch’s birthday (to make up for his absence at the time of her birth).Perk doesn’t feel his absence that much since he left us when Perk was just 3 months old.One day,I was taken by surprise when while flipping through the pages of a magazine,Perk pointed to a male model and said “Mamma,look baba!”The model had exactly the same hairstyle that hubby has!At these moments,it is very hard to be brave and put up a smile and tell her “He looks like baba,darling but he is not baba.” But the little one insists it is baba and i give in.

Their father is their hero and will always be.May God give them the strength to understand that their father is different from others and for him his duty towards his country will always come first and one day they too will be proud of him and not be sad that their father cannot attend their birthdays or be their always when they perform on stage or receive their awards and accolades or play badminton with them in the evenings or take them out for a treat at Dominoz on weekends.We live our life when baba comes on leave and after he is gone we pray for his well- being and look forward to the next time he will be home.

I sing this song often to the girls when they go to bed.Its a lovely song and it goes out to you Baba.Miss you.


Munch with Papa..enjoying the beaches