Monday, December 17, 2012

None For The Master, None For The Mane

Kiara sat beside him. He was sitting watching the sunset, his favorite pastime. This is what he usually did after a hard day. There was an unfazed calmness about him. On occasions such as this out of curiosity she thought does he even care a hoot about himself let alone about the thing on his face. She knew it was difficult to ask him as in why he had them there. It made him look different, look what he was in fact. It always grew like there was no tomorrow because of which getting close to him was like getting lost in the forest. He was unapproachable because of his composure firstly, and then there were these little prickly pears on his face. How she wished they were out, but then without it would he be what he is right now, well that was her worry.

Today therefore ask she did "Why do you have them?"

"Because I should" he replied. She had to agree.

"Can't you ever do without it?"she added.

"Why should I?" he asked back.

Men will be men she thought but Kiara being brought up by her mother did exactly what she would. She did not give up. Women will be women too. She stared at him, you know that kind of look, and said nothing more. He smiled, she did not. She walked away and sat at a distance. Well that was enough.

After a while when their ego clouds settled down, he came towards her and whispered "Kiara, what is your problem with my stubble, it makes me look like a king after all ?" He was an unkempt one at times, but nothing apart from strong and handsome. Kiara gave him a grump because she knew that, she turned and said "Dad do you know something more, it hurts to give you a good night kiss unlike when I give it to Mom, it really does but am kind of used to it so it is okay, really okay" and gave him a peck with her modest innocence. He shrugged and said " Oh if that's the case...none for the master, none for his mane, anything for his little girl who rules him more than he does his lane..I will do something about it" He wished he could.

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The father of a daughter is nothing but a high-class hostage. A father turns a stony face to his sons, berates them, shakes his antlers, paws the ground, snorts, runs them off into the underbrush, but when his daughter puts her arm over his shoulder and says, ‘Daddy, I need to ask you something,’ he is a pat of butter in a hot frying pan.”

-Garrison Keillor-

If you were try what Kiara did on the brother, the boyfriend, the husband or the friend, I guess this "I am really okay" is a not so okay plan. Mind you only the father. Only he will give you all the love that you need before you crave, even without he craving for it;-)

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Punam said...

That's quite a different take. I loved the innocence that reflected, especially in the ending quote.
Well done!

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WritingsForLife said...

I wish all fathers loved their daughters like that.

Unknown said...

Interesting post :) Good Luck!

disha said...

like your take!

Raksha Bhat said...

@Poonam: Thank you:)

@Raajii: Hmm..most of them do:)

@akanksha: Thank you:)

@Disha: Thank you:)