Rent my life

Girls like me, with dads like mine are bound to expect so much from thier lives, somehow somewhere we need to realize that not all men are alike. We got to pick our battles and settle.

I was reading something that reminded me of my dad's one of gazillion sweet gestures for me...

After i left for AUS on the day of his b'day, feb 3rd, (this is a blog in itself) during our routine weekend calls I'd frequently bring up conversations about our peaceful life in rjy, our apartment there, my school, my friends, my two ponytails, my tuitions, my fed up teachers who'd rattle on me to my mom.

Anyhow, on this particular trip back home to rjy, we were walking past that same apartment, when we ran into the owners of the same apts, who are our family friends too. That uncle said something i couldnt make head or tail of and asked dad later what he meant of it.

With one arm wrapped around my shoulder, he casually informs me that he had rented that same apartment for 2 years, just paid rent for 2 whole years, no one lived there, ONLY because i always talked about it, because he wanted me to have that piece of world, a sweet place i cherished, a place where my memories could linger little longer while i was away. Coincidentally, ammi was also living in rjy at that time, in our own home. Yet, my baba rented that apt for my sake. I love you baba....

I wish i could do more for you, i wish for another chance, i wish for you.

On my PL