This was a sweet argument that took place between me and the girl I love.
Perhaps like any other couple we sometimes used to argue about things and never used to come to a common consensus. But this argument was not such.
I have this dream of having a daughter after I get married to the girl I loved. She does not have such kind of bias with respect to her inbuilt maternal instinct. Yet I wanted to enforce my desire over her impartiality. Now to make her understand my point, I confessed that I envy her father.
With twinkle in her eyes and smile on her face she asked why.
It’s obvious… I told her… For he is the person who saw her (My girl) born with her eyes, lips and fists tightly close shut in a pink bundle of joy. Felt her innocently pure looks smile and probing with her little fingers pushing them deeper in to his eyes mouth… Tugged at her hair, collar, hands and legs… Slept on his chest and tummy… screamed when he left to office in throwing tantrums… Had his heart broken with big tears in her eyes when he first left her at school… Snuggled against his warmth when he was sick or she was sick… Rebelled at him in anger and pain when she started differentiating innocence from reality… But remained loyal and loving to his father…whatever she did at the end of the day…
I told my girl that I missed her through the years bygone. Missed her because I was not there in her life at that time. Missed her because she had her own greatest lover because of whom she never had to think about any another lover. Missed her because her father would have killed me in his hot blooded fury, if he happens to know that I love her…
Now that I wish to reclaim what I lost…
I am so greedy to get everything from her. I am so famished relish every moment she must have radiated in her life since the day she was born.
I cannot turn the wheel of time back. But I can have her give me a daughter through whom I shall get whatever I wanted. I shall also be able to see how my daughter would have broken my heart after she grows and go away with her loved one… the way my girl would break her father’s heart when she chooses live her life with me…
That’s why… I told my girl…that I wanted a daughter from her…
She smiled and said nothing.
Perhaps like any other couple we sometimes used to argue about things and never used to come to a common consensus. But this argument was not such.
I have this dream of having a daughter after I get married to the girl I loved. She does not have such kind of bias with respect to her inbuilt maternal instinct. Yet I wanted to enforce my desire over her impartiality. Now to make her understand my point, I confessed that I envy her father.
With twinkle in her eyes and smile on her face she asked why.
It’s obvious… I told her… For he is the person who saw her (My girl) born with her eyes, lips and fists tightly close shut in a pink bundle of joy. Felt her innocently pure looks smile and probing with her little fingers pushing them deeper in to his eyes mouth… Tugged at her hair, collar, hands and legs… Slept on his chest and tummy… screamed when he left to office in throwing tantrums… Had his heart broken with big tears in her eyes when he first left her at school… Snuggled against his warmth when he was sick or she was sick… Rebelled at him in anger and pain when she started differentiating innocence from reality… But remained loyal and loving to his father…whatever she did at the end of the day…
I told my girl that I missed her through the years bygone. Missed her because I was not there in her life at that time. Missed her because she had her own greatest lover because of whom she never had to think about any another lover. Missed her because her father would have killed me in his hot blooded fury, if he happens to know that I love her…
Now that I wish to reclaim what I lost…
I am so greedy to get everything from her. I am so famished relish every moment she must have radiated in her life since the day she was born.
I cannot turn the wheel of time back. But I can have her give me a daughter through whom I shall get whatever I wanted. I shall also be able to see how my daughter would have broken my heart after she grows and go away with her loved one… the way my girl would break her father’s heart when she chooses live her life with me…
That’s why… I told my girl…that I wanted a daughter from her…
She smiled and said nothing.
But… at the end… she preferred to remain loyal to her father…
May god bless her and her father…
I still envy her father…
May god bless her and her father…
I still envy her father…
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