How do I Spell Love? D.A.D!

I may not be very good at expressing my feelings considering keeping them inside is what I usually do. But I’m well aware of the fact that keeping your feelings stored down deep inside the pits are worth nothing. So here I am trying to write down my feelings for the man whose love is never going to die for me no matter what. This piece of writing is actually a way to convey my love to my dad, on father’s day, who doesn’t really believe in these specially-specified-days, as he made me aware of this fact when I wished him a happy Father’s Day this morning.

I’m pretty sure my dad knows how much I love him though. Even the word ‘love’ isn’t enough to show my feelings for him. I can write a cliché essay for him saying “My dad is the greatest dad in the world” but that just won’t do justice to his glorious, credible, considerate, diligent, hard working, charming, witty, conceivable, super duper mega epic ultra FINE personality. I know I’m missing out on a lot of adjectives up there.

I have a very close relation with my dad. I can share EVERYTHING with him. He has the power to become a brother whenever I feel like sharing that ‘brother-moment’ with him. He can turn into a best friend whenever I feel like sharing my thoughts with him. If I’d sacrifice my life for him, even that wouldn’t be equal to what he has done for me. I owe him eternity.

I’m proud of my dad, a self made personality. He lost his parents at a young age. He then studied, found a job for him, lived on a petty pocket money that he used to get from his elder brother back in the days, worked super hard and now he is proudly established enough to run his proud family with a proper spot in the society.

It’s not like this special day aroused my sentiments for him. I just feel like I don’t give him even half of the quarter of credit for how blessed he makes me feel. Surrendering to my every stubborn demands, absorbing my annoying talks and doing his very best to provide me with my untimely, stupid demands is what his day starts for. He wakes up in the morning, kicks off his day trying to make us happy and hits the bed at night, lullabying to the thoughts of how to keep us happy when he wakes up the next day.

Making me happy is what he’s trying to do from the day he held me in his hands for the very first time till now. I’ve only grown taller. I’m still a kid to him. He might deny this but I know he still feels so possessive about me. My siblings think he loves me more than them. Call me self centered, but it actually makes me feel so good. But that’s just a natural phenomenon, almost everyone I know says they’ve got this special affection towards their youngest child, so does he.

And well that was just about me, he has to deal with my three more annoying sisters as well, during the day. It won’t be wrong if I’d call him a blessing in disguise.

This is just a way of moulding my feelings into an article because I don’t think I can share all of those feelings with him in one go, considering how prone I am to a low attention span when it comes to sharing my thoughts.

He is not like those typical dads, who only go to work and come back home with hands full of grocery bags. He’s much more than that. I swear he’s more talented than half of the M.B.B.S doctors we have in our city and he’s not even a doctor dad, he’s an M.Com dad. Genius is the word that would love to sit beside his name.

Charisma, well that’s the word coined for him. His personality is flooded with the self contained charm. That’s not only my contemplation, those are the words, every other person who has met him, would agree me on.

He used to be a proper heart throb among girls of his time *winks* and well oh well, not only the retro hunk lad he is, the advancement of years has done good to him. Super good looks with immense personality are his very distinct traits.

When I’d make my dad read this, I know all he’s going to do is laugh and say, “that’s mere buttering, what’s your next demand, you didn’t have to do all this to get your demands accepted” but seriously dad, I love you and everything that’s been composed above has come straight from those cardiovascular muscles of mine. (Thanks for making me study Biology)

Happy Father’s Day<3

It’s Mother’s Day!! (Yet Another Day Skillfully Saved By Mom Herself)

I know how they say, there shouldn’t be only one day reserved for showing your mother that she does exist and that mothers should be loved all year around and stuff like that.

But I say.. Heyyyy! I love my mum every single day of the year but how about making this one day super duper extra special for her.

How much time do you spend with your mum, telling her how blessed you feel, having her around? Not a lot, I’m guessing, considering the very fact that you’re staring at your computer screen right now instead of spending this time with your mom. So why not let’s just make this one day maybe a bit more extra special for her.

 My day started with a huge hug and suuuuuper pecks on my mum’s cheeks. :) Which I do almost everyday. But today she felt extra special which is an amazing feeling I tell you. Hey, if you still haven’t given your mum a big grand hug followed by a perfect kiss, Stop reading this & go do it now!

Whenever you think of making a day special for someone, the first thing that comes in your mind is FOOD, right? No? Uhh, Well okay I guess those kind’a thoughts dwell inside my mind only. I considered I should make something yummy & sweet because, you know, in my thesaurus, dessert is another word for celebration. (How pensive of me, eh? I mean, oh come on! Who could ever think of making a dessert for their mum on mother’s day? An unquestionably innovative idea! *pats herself*) Well bringing some practicality to my thoughts, I stood up, dragged myself into the kitchen and made some yummaaay trifle for her (which I kinda ate all by myself) Mum ate that too. She actually loved & ‘cherished’ that trifle. *feeling adored*. For the evening feed, I baked some brownies for her that err, well.. uh.. actually got burnt. I know I know. How embarassing, right? But who could come to the rescue at that moment. That’s right, AMMI!!! I knew mum was the only person who could make it right. So I called her and apprised her of the situation.

She saved the brownies.

My saviour<3

She actually made them look & taste EDIBLE, by doing some kind of magic. I don’t know, she’s a wizard I guess. MOM SAVED THE MOTHER’S DAY! *sheepish grimace*

Oh well…

Those brownies were delish! I ate those too. :P

Nonetheless, my mum felt loved. :) & that’s what matters most.

<3

A little message for my Ammi. :D

I just can’t thank you enough for making it right ,Every.Single.Time!

YOU ARE THE DEFINITION OF AWESOMENESS

I love you to infinity & beyond!

P.s. Next time, I’m gonna make you the PERFECT brownies ever.*takes pledge*

 HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY!

BY THE WAY..

The very famous TV channel, GEO celebrated the mother’s week by telecasting a special “mother’s day” drama every night. My mom watched all of those DEPRESSING AS HELL dramas everyday and trust me, after watching  every single “mother’s day special” drama she felt down in the dumps. Stupid TV channels. Why do they always have to show an insubordinate child and a mum who passes away at the end of every story. Why can’t they end it in a happier way. Well, Ammi! just so you know, I’m never gonna be one of those sick children you watched in those sickening dramas.

I’m never gonna ditch you. NEVER EVER! You have my word<3