A Morning Inside a Lift

Has it ever happened to you that you are in a very shitty mood and you witness something very amusing on your way, and all of a sudden there is a three sixty degrees change in your spirit? It did happen to me, this morning.
I am early office goer so by the time I leave home, my lift companions are mostly school going kids with their nagging and in a hurry, parents.
Why was I irate is a story for another blog post, meanwhile I will continue with the one, which changed the course of my day.

As soon as I opened my door, I saw an opened lift and my neighbor with her kid. She waited for me, I ran, and we smiled at each other, a customary way to say hello, when you don’t want to say it, aloud. I was zipping up my jacket when the lift stopped at the third floor, the three of us looked at each other, like who else. The door opened, there was a six or seven, year old girl standing, in her school uniform, calling her dad. She has her one feet inside the lift, the usual way, all Indians stop lift while waiting for someone. She gave us a sorry look, and we nodded at her. After a minute or so her father came running, and they both entered the lift. Her father first apologized to us, and then to his daughter. And the next minute the little girl started reprimanding her father for the delay.

With a very annoyed expression, she questioned him “What took you so long? “.
Her Dad( a bit ashamed) replied: I was wearing my shoes.”
Her quick reply “I take only a minute wearing mine, and you took ten minutes doing the same.”

The minute she said this everyone started smiling except her, it amused me to see a little woman controlling an adult. It took me back to my childhood, where I was that little girl with my dad. I had the habit of holding his hand while walking beside him till I turned seventeen and had to leave home for further studies. It was always my dad who used to drop me at my school bus stop. It brought the flashbacks of all those tantrums that I have thrown at him for all the unnecessary things which were once necessary to a little girl. I have dragged him to stationery shops the minute he entered the house because I had to be the kid who does all the things that a teacher demands. I had cried and blamed him for not letting me go on a school trip until he gave in, even when the cost of that trip was equivalent to my school fees for a month. He is still the only man in my life with whom I can fight irrationally over anything because I know his love for me is much more than his male ego.

Memories has that effect on me, especially the memories of my childhood, they make me laugh and chuckle at my naivety. A bond between a father and a daughter is a very unusual bond. A different kind of love that words can’t describe. So I share two of my favourite quotes on father daughter relationship.

#truth

I hope you guys too have a happy morning πŸ™‚ and a great day ahead πŸ˜€

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