I was 28 when my angel came to this mean world. More than anything else, I promised one thing to myself that she won’t suffer on a certain things which made life difficult for me. She was pure, innocent, a fresh flower whose fragrance was enchanting for everyone…….from little kids to old ones, everyone came to bless my shadow...they loved her , admired her…played with her…..but all this while I was worried about her…..and then I realised that these worries will never end as she will always be a little angel for me. Days passed by and she started recognising faces. Didn’t have video camera then…but I didn’t skip any moment..i have it all in my little personal diary. From the first time when she called me ‘maa’ to the time she was at her notorious best….i even wrote those moments when my eyes were filled with tears as mistakenly I had slapped her and later felt disgusted. Months later , her first day in school….then her first dance award….her high grades, issues with friends, her all girlie problems………she shared it all. Here I got busy with my little stuff and there she entered in her late teens……now she was a big girl, she didn’t need me to clutch her hair…..in fact she didn’t like me touching her hair anymore. Now hours of cooking was left on the dinning table as my little princess made plans to eat out with her friends. Its her glory days, as I thought….she is enjoying and I am really happy…she is living those moments which I never got to live….. I am contended. More changes came….she talked less now..shared almost nothing…well , she had soo many friends to share her things with…. I am happy that soo many people care for her …..but at sometimes it pains me like a needle’s prick because I am all alone now…. But then I think that I am acting selfish by expecting some precious moments from her hectic schedule…..a few years later she comes up to me and tells me that she is in deep love and nothing matters to her more than that person. We respected her choice and agreed to what she wanted…after hours of standing outside the trial room for my angel to decide on her wedding clothes…..the day finally came. Today she is getting married…and I experience this terrible pain as if a part of my body is being sliced out…the blood is not stopping and is flowing out of my eyes….for all these years , while loving her, caressing her, I never realised that she’ll be gone one day. I am standing in this one corner and admiring my daughter….she is soo happy, her eyes glittering as bright as mine when I first saw her. Pain is pouring out from all my body and I have to make myself strong enough for the very last time….as I am sure , now I would not experience any stronger pain than this. The next morning …..she is gone…my angel just flew away….people come and tell me that I don’t remember anything now…I am getting too old but its not true……ask me anything about her and I remember everything. And i still remember her birth date, time, the date when she first called me, her first stage performance, her first fight with me….the first time she cried…….I tell this to everyone……..ask me anything about my life ..i still remember every part of it….my life ….my ANGEL.
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