Goodbye

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"I want to be a writer, not a doctor. I love the words and can't marry a stethoscope", his son put his intention.

"My decision is final. Better not discuss it again", he was rigid and rude.

When he came back from his thoughts, he realized he was still holding his son's final Goodbye note.

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P.S. - Many a times it happens that the child has to follow not his dream but his parents'. Just want to convey a message through 55 Fiction. Again finished in exactly 55 words.

The Childhood

"Sir", I couldn't listen until my secretary shouted second time and loud enough,"Sir, are you OK? Its too late and staff has already left the office. I think you should go home and take some rest", she showed her genuine care.

"I'm fine", I got back to my senses but could speak only these two words.

I got up from my chair, gathered my belongings and left my chamber. As I walked towards my Car, I wished I didn't own it. I wished I wasn't that rich. I wished I could be as normal as a common man. And I wished I was never grown up. The billionaire for the world was a beggar inside. The man to whom the world salutes wishes a small corner where it could hide himself forever.

Half heartedly I opened the door of my empty home. No one was there to wait for me. No one was there for whom I'd come here. But that night was somehow different from a normal night. More scary, more nostalgic and more insomniac. All at once and at the same very time.

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"Dad, don't leave my bicycle. I'll fall", I pleaded while I was learning to ride bicycle in his safe guidance.

"Don't worry son, I'll not leave you. Don't worry, just keep pedalling", he encouraged me while running with me when I was trying to keep balance on my bicycle.

"Dad, I'm actually riding it. Can you see Dad? I did it. I learned it", I keep on shouting without knowing that he wasn't holding the bicycle anymore and was just smiling and waving from far behind.

I looked back and when I didn't saw him holding the bicycle, I lost my balance and fell down. I got angry with him. He came close to me and pulled me up and hugged me. I was pushing him away ignorant of his sacred love for me.

"You don't care for me thats why you left me alone", I complained while I was crying.

"Son, look at me. I was just trying to vanish your fear away. Until I was holding the bicycle, you were sure that you wouldn't fall. Also you didn't actually fall until you realized that I wasn't holding anymore. You only fell when you came to know that you were left alone. Son, the fear is in our minds. If we let it take on us, it most probably will. The fear fears from you until you don't let it take on you. Son, please understand that I can't be with you all the time and I may not be with you in the very next moment. One has to move on in life alone. So be prepared to take the challenges of life."

"Dad, I love you. Don't ever talk about leaving me", I had stopped crying by now. I got another lesson from the man of wisdom.

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I woke up by the noise of children playing outside on their bicycles. I smiled watching them playing. I wished I could get back my childhood where the pockets were not rich but hearts were. Where marbles mattered more than the money. Where love was there, not loneliness.

And where bicycles were more precious than BMWs.

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I Owe You

You, yes you,

I owe everything

to just only you.

I may not express,

I may not show,

but to you, only you,

everything I owe.

My very first walk,

holding your finger,

is what makes me

even today ginger.

With you, I had

no fear, only joys,

without a single penny,

I owned all the toys.

Going to school,

holding your hand,

sometimes ran away,

to just play a prank.

The pocket money

even of a little amount,

is worth more than

perhaps I'll ever count.

Sometimes I did,

sometimes I do,

but I never want

to really hurt you.

I silently admire,

what you've taught,

I'll take it along,

what I've caught.

You poured on me,

your love and care.

May you live long,

and keep on to share.

To just only you,

Everything I owe,

to you, yes you.

P.S. - Happy Fathers' Day.

Meadow Memories

"Papa get up, we are getting late," I pulled his finger with my little hands to go to the meadow near the river, the place where most of my Sundays were spent.

"OK", he didn't let me down like always.

When we reached there, I ran away and hid myself in the grass.

"Jack, come out, don't hide", he shouted.

I didn't come out and keep laughing and shouting,"Trace me Dad, if you can".

And then he did, like always. Pulled me up and hugged me and kissed me. "Naughty boy", he called me.

I miss the days when the grass was longer than me. Wherever I hid, he'd always find me. I thought as if he was a magician or something. Whenever I broke my toy, I'd find it perfectly fine as if it was never broken. Whenever I got scared to go out in dark, he'd always accompany me. All these things make him special for me. Memories were flashing before my eyes.

I woke up when my three years old kid pulled my finger with his little hands and said,"Get up papa, we'd go to the meadows near the river".

I realized memories never erase, no matter how hard you try. They will always trace you wherever you go. When memories are so beautiful, who would prefer them to be erased from heart? At least, me not.

"Lets go Jim", I got up and held his hand tightly so that he don't run away and hide himself in the grass.

For Three Word Wednesday

Life Lessons

Everyday he used to teach me a new theory about life. I always listened but never tried to apply them. I thought they weren't meant for me. Today I realize that I was being too budge to move even an inch according to his teachings. But it is too late I guess, for now I nimble in the race of life and there is no one to teach me how to keep balance. And each time I fall down, I thank God that I at least listened to him and can do my best to apply his theories. Father is father after all.

For Three Word Wednesday