The joy and agony of being parents

“It’s not always easy being her daughter..”, She said.

“Sometimes, I think, it’s hard no matter who’s daughter you are”.

We always begin by loving our parents as kids and then slowly as we grow, our world expand and begin to demand more space, some amount of collision is bound to happen.

Children are born with new eyes. They see things parents have shifted to their subconscious and don’t really think about that much. Parents, on the other hand, are holding up a universe together that they have to pass on to their kids. Traditions, culture, knowledge, social experience, stereotypes and conditioning.

Parents

“I know you are going to make it”, said my father while I was going to enter the centre for my M.A. entrance examination. I had not been able to study anything at all. I barely got one day amidst my university exams and other high priority course entrances to prepare for this one. Papa wants me to get through this however. When I said “Papa, I don’t think you will have to wait too long, three hours is too much. I hardly know anything”. My Papa induced me with his faith. It somehow gave me a supernatural power; it made me believe in myself. My papa is my superhero indeed.