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He was watering the plants in the park of a well-known International school, heat and dust didn’t seem to affect him. “Ganga Parui, the Principal Ma’am wants to see you. Right now!!…” It sounds like an emergency. He rapidly got up, washed and wiped his hands and headed towards the Principal’s chamber. The walk from the garden to the office seemed never ending, his heart was almost jumping out of his chest. He was trying all the permutation and combination, figuring out as to what has gone wrong that she wants to visit him so urgently.
He is a genuine and trustworthy employee.
“knock!! Knock.!!”
“Madam, you called me?”
“Come inside…” an authoritative noise made him further nervous…
Salt and pepper hair, tied neatly in a French knot, designer sari-sober and very classic and traditional look, spectacles resting on the bridge of her nose…
She pointed out towards a paper kept on the table…
“Read this”…
“B…B..Bu..but Ma’am I am an illiterate.
I can’t read English.
Ma’am please forgive me if I have done anything wrong… give me another chance…
I am forever indebted to you for allowing my daughter to study in this school, free of cost… I could have never ever dreamt of such a life for my child…”
And he broke down almost trembling..
“Hold on, you assume a lot…we allowed your daughter because she is very bright student. Let me call a teacher and she’ll go through it and translate it to you… This is written by your daughter and I wish you to listen this.”
Soon enough the teacher was called and she started reading it, translating each line in Hindi…
“Today we are asked to write down about ‘Mother’s Day.’
I belong from a village in Bihar, a tiny village where medical and education still seem like an unthinkable dream. Many women die every year while they are giving birth. My mother was one of them too, she could not even hold me in her arms. My father was the first person to hold me or the only person.
Everyone was so sad. As I was a girl and I had “eaten up” my mother. My dad was instantly asked to remarry but he refused. My grandparents forced him by giving all logical, illogical and emotional reasons but he didn’t budge.
My grandparents wanted a grandson, they threatened him to remarry or else he will be disowned…
He didn’t think twice… he left everything, his acres of land, a good living, comfortable house, and everything that counts for a good lifestyle in a village.
He came to this new city with absolutely nothing — but me in his arms. Life was too tough, he worked hard at day and night. He cares me and loves me a lot.
Nowadays, I understand why suddenly he developed a dislike for things that I would love to eat when there was only one piece left in the platter…. he would say that he hates eating it and I would finish it and he does not like it…. but as I grown up I feel that the reason behind of all sacrifice.
He gave me the all and best possible comforts.
This school gave him a shelter, respect and the biggest gift — an admission to his ‘Riya’…
If love and care defines a ‘mother’… then ‘my father’ fits in there.
If compassion defines a ‘mother’, ‘my father’ fits in well in that category too…
If sacrifice defines a ‘mother’, ‘my father; dominates that category.
If ‘mother’ is made of love, care sacrifice and compassion…
‘MY FATHER IS THE BEST MOTHER ON EARTH THEN.’
On Mother’s Day, I would like to share ‘my father’ for being ‘the best parent in the earth… ‘.I salute him and say it proudly that the efficient gardener is working in my school is my father.
If I fail the examination, after my teacher reads this — but this would be a very small price one would pay towards an ode to the selfless love of my father.
There was a silence all in the office room… one could only hear soft sobbing of Ganga Parui….
The harsh sun could not wet his clothes with sweat but soft words of his ‘Riya’ had soaked his chest with tears…. he was standing there with hands folded..
He took the paper from the teacher’s hands… held it close to his heart and sobbed.
Principal offered him a chair, glass of water and said something… but, strangely the crispness of her voice was taken over by a surprising warmth and sweetness….
“Riya Parui is given 10/10 marks for this beautiful essay… This is the best essay ever written about ‘Mother’s Day’ in the history of our school. We are having the ‘Mother’s Day gala’ event on tomorrow and the entire School Management has decided to invite you as the ‘Chief Guest for this event… ‘
This is to honor of all ‘Fathers ‘ love and sacrifice to grow her daughter … This proves that you do not have to be a woman to be the perfect parent…
The most important part is to reinforce, appreciate, acknowledge and the strong belief of your daughter in you, to make her feel proud and the entire school feels proud that you are best parent in the world. Your daughter.. Your Riya…
“You are a True Gardner, who is not only looking after the gardens, but also nurturing the most precious flower of your life in such a beautiful way….”
“So Ganga Parui, will you be our Chief Guest for the event…’’
