Dear Dad!

Dear Dad,

You must be wondering why am I writing a letter to you, it must be a surprise for you. I know that you love letters, and I too realized as you've been telling me. It's far better than the mails & messages. Letters not only contain the handwriting of the writer but they also convey the feelings, warmth and care. You feel it when you read and that's why I'm writing a letter to you. I know we could talk too but why not try something different?
 Alright I want to talk about us. Do you remember when you used to become my horse, talking toy, baby-sitter, cook, hairstylist, entertainer and basically everything! Even now, you play thousands of roles for me cause I know you can never see me crying. You used to bring me all the world's cutest things, you always made me feel like your princess but admit it; you're the king! That white-fairy frock you'd bought for my birthday, I have still kept it and also my first toy! It was my first birthday gift, I celebrate my every birthday with it. We both are 17 now! And it's still so fine that even my kids can play with it. No! Don't laugh; I'm not even joking, it's so strong like you dad.
 I saw your successes and failures, ups and downs, I was always there when it was happiness and desolation. And I saw you rising like Phoenix everytime. But even in your low times, you never compromised about me, you made sure that everything that I need is in my hands before I even think about it. You never showed how hard you work, how much you compromise, and how sad you are. When mamma wasn't letting me cook, you were the one who used to eat my world map chapatis and tasteless dishes with a billion dollar wide smile. You've always been my permit for the things mamma had denied. You've always supported me.
 Those countless secret treats of paanipuri and ice cream we used to have without telling mamma about are unforgettable. And do you remember once I had forgotten to clean my mouth and we went home with that ice-creamy face? Mamma was scolding you and I had started crying, confessed her that I had told you to take me out. Mamma was smiling and you picked me up in your arms and gave me loads of "kissy"s. We have always been saving each other from mamma's anger! 

When I had infection in tonsils, and was even unable to open mouth; you were the one who wandered all the best doctors and hospitals of the city you knew just to see me like before, healthy. You always held my hand tight when doctors used to inject me. And chocolates never tasted that sweet. 

I'd broke my arm and mamma wasn't home. Even hospital was shut down. You couldn't see my pain. Finally at 11 am, we went to the doctor. It was a tiny fracture, but I swear; it hurt a lot!! Then we ate my fav dish in the hotel. Mamma didn't know this all till she saw my plaster.

When I had passed in 10th and 12th but couldn't make in merit list, I was crying but even before I knew, you had already distributed sweets to everyone. You took me to most of the terristrial places. Ahh! There are infinite stories and I can't get over this volatile nostalgia. 

You have always been silent, you never confessed or expressed your feelings. I know you love me but you never told me that; (being your kid neither did I!) You never wished me on my b-day, but you are always the one who gifts me first. I too never wished you on your birthday, neither celebrated. 

It was father's day on 17. And I thought of telling you that daddy, I love you a lot! And you needn't tell me how much you do. I never felt these kind of 'days' necessary but I can write letters now onwards to release your transient anger. I know I am not at all good in writing letters, but I hope you understand me, my feelings and emotions as you always have been.

An annoying, childish, & adamant piece of your heart❤