Letters from a father to his daughter

Hi vidhya
A very beutifully penned down emmotions of a loving daughter.

Dear Kamla,

Knowing what a wonderful person you are, I can easily imagine what a wonderful person you father must have been. I am glad you read my post and wrote a FB, means the world to me. And thanks for bolstering my spirits, I have to come out of it.

Originally Posted by Kamla

My dear Vidya,

And of course, memories of my own dear father. BTW, even my dad gifted me and encouraged me to read Nehru's Letters from a Father to his Daughter. It came back to me all too clearly!
L, Kamla

Dear Vandhana,

And again, you writing in means a lot to me. As you say, the letters of our loved ones, especially parents will always be a source of solace to us. And when we seek peace, where better, than in the words of the ones who shaped us. Thanks for writing in.

Originally Posted by Vandhana

My Dear Vidya,

Yes it does bring solace to us reading all these mails from our dearest and closest . And i hope you found the peace that you were seeking too...


V

Dear Sri,

I posted this first, dunno where it went. You have said it better than the best, parents are inspirational wherever they are. Real words of wisdom. Thanks for writing in.

Originally Posted by Sriniketan

Vidya,
An interesting and emotional piece from you!

Parents are always motivational and inspirational to their children wherever they are, isn't it!
Yours prove it!
sriniketan

Dear Shanvy and Vysan,

It feels nice to write to you together, you are the Ardhanareeshwara of IL. Veda, as you rightly say, in a cruel naughty world, true unconditional love comes only from parents. And as a good parent yourself, your children are blessed.

Shanvy, yes, I now miss my Dad when I cannot share the news- good and bad with him. And for every letter I wrote, there are hundred I wish I had written. And talking of letters, numbers do not count. The two letters from your father hold all the love and concern the universe can barely hold, for his dear child. Thanks for your pranams to my father.

Originally Posted by Vysan

Dear Vidya,

In this cruel, materialistic world, the only place where you get true unconditional love is from the parents.... As long as you have love in your heart for them and remember their words of wisdom/experience, nothing can pull you down... Cheers......!!!!!!!

Veda

Originally Posted by shanvy

V24,

What should I say for the treasure that you have got...It's meaning is more evident only when you don't have it. My father was very loving, and took care of all needs..but was a poor communicator...his letters will be just two lines (I don't want to write what those two lines were...)...those two lines used to mean a lot...


A humble for a great dad..

Dear Vidhya,

I am in awe of your father. Such an inspiring father will remain a good friend and guide to you always.

Dear, dear Vidya - what a tribute to your father - daughters have a special bond with their fathers and you have put down in words what every one of us feel! I too have some letters that I have saved - but you know, in today's world of emailand instant messaging, I am afraid, the art of letter writing has taken a back seat! Yes, emails are great - I am in touch with my father a lot due to it - but somehow it is not the same as getting a letter - letters tell us stories, life happenings, a little of everyday life when you are not there. Email - is more to the point - a bit impersonal - we get our message across and that is about it. We are all in a generation that at least we got to experience this - am not sure how many of today's youngsters do this. I remember when I first came to the US, I would be so excited about receiving a letter from my parents - that was indeed the highlight of the day! But now, it is totally different!

Dear Vidya ma’am

Tears rolled down my cheeks as I read your write-up. I don’t know whether I am a good daughter to my father or not but he has only given his best always to me n my sisters. I now wish I were in some distant land from my father to receive such hand written letters! But with today's instant messages n mails I wonder ever that will happen! Though my father is a man of few words, his “Do you have enough money with you?”, “Don’t cross railway tracks” I hear every time before I step out of home, “Come, lets sit together n eat. You can carry on your work after eating” before dinner n many such words of love mean a lot to me. Even if I call n tell him that it will take some more time for me to reach home than the usual time he will be standing in the balcony looking out for me.

“And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.”

Parents clearly understand the above words of Kahlil Gibran but even then they don't hesitate to pour unconditional love on us.


I could feel the warmth of love your father has shared with you from your emotion packed write-up. You are blessed! Great to hear that the letters n mails you have preserved has turned out to be a place of solace to you in times of distress.

I would like to share a piece of story here. Forgive me for narrating stories to a great story writer n for the great person who is moderating it! There a few stories I read long back stay afresh in my mind even today n I replay them in my mind if at all I feel down any day. Guess you would have read this. Even if it is so, I would like to bring back that to your memory now.


There was a lady living happily married for many years. She had a loving husband n she was working in a top management consulting firm in the world n was getting a handsome salary. She was 30 when she heard from her doctors that she would die within three years time. She was totally shocked to hear this n was even more shocked to hear that there is no cure n no research going on for Scleroderma (the body turns into a stone n loses its elasticity once affected by this)-the disease which was eating her life. Even the small things we do daily with less amount of energy like pushing a door, buttoning a dress were like Herculean tasks for her. But she decided to live her life the way she chose to be! She did not want to waste the rest of her life worrying n on self-pity. She started a research center all by herself for finding a cure for that disease. She let her children learn about the serious illness she was suffering from. Her face disfigured but she gave no thought to it knowing in her mind that the real ‘she’ is someone within her body n not the outer form. She was open to all kinds of experiments on her n was struggling hard to bring together doctors, scientists from all parts of the world to work for her research foundation. Not to stop there, she had to organize events, shows for fund-raising. She achieved in opening one more research center. Doctors who told her that she would die within three years time were surprised to see that she was living for ten more years from the onset of the dreadly disease. She continued to fight. She could have quit but she didn't want to do the easiest thing in this world. She continued to live showing her face to public not to gain publicity but to give others the needed hope in their lives.


I now don’t know whether she is alive today or not but I do remember the last few lines she has written in that book. Though the words may not be exactly the same, I’ll bring in the message she has conveyed.. It goes something like this…."I don’t know whether a cure can be found for this disease in my life time n even if it is found I am not sure whether it will help me to live my life normally all over again, then what am I struggling for??? My goal is a cure but even if it is not accomplished in my life time, at least others will know who I was n what I stood for n this can get them through the day. I wish there were more than twenty four hours in the day. I have a lot to do.”



Love
Meena

hi vidya,

my dad has sacrificed so much for me & my brother...............

I don't know what to give in return to him.................

He has sacrificed his promotions in his office because if he goes to very high position he would get a transfer to remote place & our education would get affected.........

I follow his foot steps & for me only " family " is important............

I am ready to do anything for my daughter............

I too have sacrificied my career ..... I do a part time job.........


prabha

Dear most Vidya ma'am,

A humble apologize deep from my heart for making this feedback of mine to be the last most (though in relative sense). I read and re-read (should I say less than ten times) your piece of creation and was taken aback with emotions clustering all together in different ranges making me stare at myself. What did I find? What did I come up with? What did I realize? Can you (will you) step inside and have a look at it ma'am ??

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Thank you very much :) I should accept the fact that it was your header post that kindled my emotions at once.

I have never ever been separated by distance from my dear father. And hence had not found any importance of letters and mails. But at the same time, I should bring to lime light the short notice-like letters that I write and keep in the visibility range of my father when ever I go out and when there is none at home. That includes our pooja room, the little center space on the gas stove, near the kumkum box, underneath the water bottle stand, on the dining table, and all the other places which my father visits as soon as he returns from college. The letter would be very dearly addressed and it would convey what happened the whole day, where I had kept the tea or coffee prepared for him, when would mom return from her service, where I had to go, when I would return back, the phone numbers in case he had had any urgent calls, reminders about iron wala returning grand mom's pressed sarees, requesting him to take rest and rejuvenate before he sits for further tuitions so on and so forth. The maximum would be two to three hours of "missing" each other's presence nearby that demands such a long letter from my end. :):) My mom would always end up saying:"Even before your father could complete the letter, you might turn up home" ha ha ha ha. Yes, am daddy's daughter. And I would raise my voice so that it will echo infinite times when I say "I am daddy's daughter" !!

As such, the ones I treasure from my dad's desk (to me) are his sweet little gifts for last and year before last children's day gifts (though it was my mom's selection); it turned out to be a surprise when my dad presented me with a blue cased shining little pen stand and my mom with the lucky laughing Buddha. Then was a baby girl attired in baby pink (my favorite) molded in china clay material or so. Though material gifts, the love that we exchange on different occassions will continue to speak the value of our divine relationship !! Dad is very unique; for his simplicity made me admire him right from my fourth standard. The living example. My role model. My dear darling. Last but never the least; "MY FATHER".

Regards with Love
RamyaVaradharajan

absolutely wonderful!!!!i have no words.......sometimes words dont do justice to describe or appriciate the magic of emotions......