Dhruva Patel’s Tribute To Father’s Day
A Tribute to Father’s Day
TRUE LOVE IS INVINCIBLE. NOTHING AS MUCH AS A CURSE CAN BREAK OR TARNISH IT’S PURITY…
About thirteen years behind the veil of time, a girl nursing deep care in her heart with boldness just breathing in her eyes, told her Father, “Daddy, I understand very well that Mum can no longer give you the support of a wife in every fathomable way. I know she will never be the same for both of us anymore. Your urge to share your love with someone is an inalienable right. There is no permission for me to give. You simply have all the support I can summon.”
The Father, whose right arm was in a sling, says to his Daughter, “I have always loved your Mum. She is irreplaceable. I love her very much, and unconditionally. And moreover, I can never thank her enough for the lovely Daughter she has given me.”
The girl said, “I felt the duty to tell you what I did because I love you very much and I can feel the dismay of your pain to the tips of my nerves. They bleed of your pain because I am your blood.”
With tears welling in his eyes, her Father tells her, “I know. You are my pride.”
Still in her Dad’s embrace, she says, “She is ours. We dutifully owe her every ounce of care and happiness she can savour despite her condition. Despite her disability. Despite this atrocity that has befallen us.”
Some incidents in our lives change us and build us for a better future. No matter how many years elapse, the grains of this incident shall ever remain freshly embedded within the cells of my brain as though the memory was scooped yesterday.
The sands of my time have witnessed a cultivation in optimism, patience, love and especially pearls of unity that magnetize the trinity of our family together. The dominance of strength, grace and hope from this memory is more prevalent than the force of the tears that want to run down my cheeks every day. I tried to cry today, right now. But no. My smile is more powerful than the contractions of my lacrimal glands.
Dad and I literally watched emotional “opportunity costs” crash right under our noses, but we would hold hands and smile in the face of what crashed. That we didn’t crash, and look high above the horizons of unwavering faith that this too would pass. It did pass, indeed, and built us for a better now and tomorrow. This was and is the magic of divine and universal power. And so much more I would take predilection to pen down about.
The beauty about it all is that contrary to ordinary hypothesis, my dreams acquired an almost tangible predication. Furthermore, Dad and I live for each other and we live for Mum. A Life is worthy when lived for another.
Within the realms of this moment, I am palpably aware that despite everything these thirteen years entailed, especially the fresh years, I have a spotless future on the canvas of which I have already commenced the painting of a colourful journey…an artwork that only speaks of volumes of knowledge, joy, happiness and love and wisdom imbibing experiences.
“THE POWER OF PURE AND TRUE LOVE IS BEYOND OUR IMAGINATION. I LEARNT IT FROM YOUR LOVE FOR MUM, DAD.”
Article written by: Dhruva Patel (ACCA, MBA; Aspiring CFA)