Smell that bloomed my life...!!!
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Home, a place which one can even recognize with his eyes and ears closed. The smell of the ambiance is somehow dissolved in our senses. No matter what it is, whether its the aroma of food, your mother is cooking, or the scent of flowers in your garden; whether its the odor of your socks beneath your bed or the whiff of the perfume of your neighbour's daughter that enters from your room's window; when its home, we know it.
In my memory lane, there is one smell that is completely different from all these, not a great one, yet somehow it emanated the foundation of my life, or
I should say a successful and happy life; and that one smell is of my father’s dedication and hard work.
My father is the best dad in this whole world, he spent his
life working really hard to provide the best possible present and future to his
family. He spent 18 years of his job doing up and down to various
cities. When he used to come back home in the evening, I used to run inside and brought my mother's perfume and sprayed it all over, before even going closer to him. And he never said a single word but smiled and enjoyed the silly act of his naive kid.
That fragrance of mother's lily perfume used to overpower the stench of dirty local bus seats and dad's sweat that finally allow me to hug him and show him how much I missed him whole day. He never uttered a word against my stupid act and always embraced me with the same warmth; and I was idiot enough to repeat it on a daily basis till that day.
I was standing on the window, looking for daddy; and when I saw him, I was ready to rush inside and got the perfume ready, but before I could proceed a sudden shock and grief started prevailing my heart. Daddy was bleeding and Mr. Sharma our neighbour, was escorting him. Daddy's left leg was hurt badly. Tears started flowing out of my eyes and my heart started aching. I was completely glued to the place where I was standing. My daddy is my everything, I can never imagine him getting hurt. His leg was bleeding heavily and I could even smell the blood.
Within minutes everyone in the house was gathered around him. Doctor was called, he did the dressing and assured that there was nothing to worry. I was standing far away, crying silently, staring at the bandage and trying to feel the pain my daddy was going through, when he noticed his daughter and opened his arms to welcome me for our routine hug. I started walking toward him with my head down, and when I reached he softly said, "Britannia where is the perfume today? I'm smelling very bad." I looked into his eyes,busted into a loud cry and hugged him like never before.
That day I smelled no bus seats, no sweat, it was just my daddy, my very first love and his love for me. Daddy told us that some heavy metal stuff fell on his leg while he was getting off the bus. That very day I realized what I used to cover was not those foul smells but my daddy's hard work and struggle to keep his family prosper. That was the day when I decided I would work hard, so that daddy don't need to travel in those lousy vehicles. That day I decided I will give everything to him that he sacrificed for us. From that day I never used the perfume on daddy, and always appreciated hugging him with the fragrance of his love and hard work, that is no longer a foul smell for his kiddo, who had just grown up.
This is the most important nostalgia in my memory lane. It not only made me realize how hard my dad was and still is working but also that now I too have responsibilities toward him. Daddy I love you more than anything else, and one day your Britannia will make you proud.
I was standing on the window, looking for daddy; and when I saw him, I was ready to rush inside and got the perfume ready, but before I could proceed a sudden shock and grief started prevailing my heart. Daddy was bleeding and Mr. Sharma our neighbour, was escorting him. Daddy's left leg was hurt badly. Tears started flowing out of my eyes and my heart started aching. I was completely glued to the place where I was standing. My daddy is my everything, I can never imagine him getting hurt. His leg was bleeding heavily and I could even smell the blood.
Within minutes everyone in the house was gathered around him. Doctor was called, he did the dressing and assured that there was nothing to worry. I was standing far away, crying silently, staring at the bandage and trying to feel the pain my daddy was going through, when he noticed his daughter and opened his arms to welcome me for our routine hug. I started walking toward him with my head down, and when I reached he softly said, "Britannia where is the perfume today? I'm smelling very bad." I looked into his eyes,busted into a loud cry and hugged him like never before.
That day I smelled no bus seats, no sweat, it was just my daddy, my very first love and his love for me. Daddy told us that some heavy metal stuff fell on his leg while he was getting off the bus. That very day I realized what I used to cover was not those foul smells but my daddy's hard work and struggle to keep his family prosper. That was the day when I decided I would work hard, so that daddy don't need to travel in those lousy vehicles. That day I decided I will give everything to him that he sacrificed for us. From that day I never used the perfume on daddy, and always appreciated hugging him with the fragrance of his love and hard work, that is no longer a foul smell for his kiddo, who had just grown up.
This is the most important nostalgia in my memory lane. It not only made me realize how hard my dad was and still is working but also that now I too have responsibilities toward him. Daddy I love you more than anything else, and one day your Britannia will make you proud.
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Such a heart warming read. The incident you mentioned taught a big lesson to you at a tender age. I love the smell of hard work and sweat at the end of day.
ReplyDeleteVery well written, good luck dear.
It is a heart touching blog.I think it is a floral tribute to your father on behalf of you. Stand your ground and keep sweating out for making the name of your father.
ReplyDeleteBest of luck.
You have written wonderfully, u have expressed your love for your father.
ReplyDeleteThis has revealed the love for your father which is deep down in your heart. Every parent will love to have a daughter like you or I must say you are best daughter the parents can have, atleast you have understood the pain your father took for the family this require a lot of maturity, understanding and love. Hats off to your writing, a wonderful rather awesome article...
You have written wonderfully, u have expressed your love for your father.
ReplyDeleteThis has revealed the love for your father which is deep down in your heart. Every parent will love to have a daughter like you or I must say you are best daughter the parents can have, atleast you have understood the pain your father took for the family this require a lot of maturity, understanding and love. Hats off to your writing, a wonderful rather awesome article...
Heart warming Aayu. Your Dad is the best! All luck to you :)
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So raw and real.Thank u for sharing this incident from your life. It does resonate with other lives. All the best.
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