My father Jim (jitendra Maharshi) is the best human being I ever met. All we get raised through our parents but I raised by my father. Yes my mother left heaven when she gave birth to me in hospital.
As boys always love their mothers and girls love their fathers. But I had no feel of my mother’s love and It always found in my father’s love.
My self Mary(Mahitha Rusheey) always a father’s daughter and never hurts him and a strong emotional bond with my father.
One day a group of kids played some pranks on me saying that I am useless and don’t know value of mother and cannot achieve any thing in life.
I cannot control those words and tried to hit and quarrel them with my hockey bat but they hold my hair and kicked me brutally with their bats. In the sudden my father came there and they started running and escaped.
My father with his love started lifting me up and consoled me with a kiss on my forehead saying that they are stupid and inhumane.
I am uncontrollable and crying loud of missing mother. My father understood me and told a story to console me. That is….
Jim: Mary do you know why we pay respect and remind our death one’s every year?
Mary : I know, it’s our culture and activity to do.
Jim: yes, more over than its a request by us to send them a positive and happy leading life for us.
Mary : is it?
Jim : yeah, that’s why we pay respect to your mother
Mary : but I am unlucky and mean who lost my mother before I aware who is she (with a low tone of sorrow)
Jim : No not, some times life takes the best of you out and this is to make you more stronger for future consequences. Your mother’s life completed she married and had a beautiful family and delivered a divine gift like you but God is more cruel. He wants your mother love more than us needed. So he took her along with him. We have to feel proud she is in the service of God. Got it?
Mary : your words had magic some times. Any way I love my father more than mother do
I hugged my father with a kiss on his forehead for his beautiful story to make me normal.
We had a very joy full life daily. We start our mornings with hockey in the ground and jogging. My father used to work on organic farming to yield better food for human without side effects.
I completed my literature in English in local government college. I used to tell many adventure, drama, epic stories from my literature.
Every day my father tells some brilliant quotes to kick start my life in hope.
One day my father told me about his favorite book and searching for it.
Jim : this book is a epitome of our lives. I read once and lost it. Searching in many areas still not available
Mary : is it? I will try to get you for heavens sake.
Jim : tq Mary you will and find some surprise when you find it.
One fine day I got a call letter to work in my state’s prestigious University to teach literature.
Jim : congratulations Mary
Mary : No I won’t go there leaving you here in helpless
Jim : I feel sad if u don’t go there. Very less people get this opportunity and you are one of them. You must go
Mary : but.?
Jim : I can take care of my self and taking before you born. So please utilize the opportunity
Mary : kk I will but promise me. You must write letters daily.
Jim : sure Mary darling
On that very sad day I went to university leaving my father with sad tears. The University welcomed me with a opportunity to prove who I am. I actively started teaching them. Students are very good here and grasp everything I taught.
I thought of searching my father favorite book he told. Searched the whole central library. But my attempts yield me nothing.
It’s these days where I get letters daily from my father with Queen Elizabeth stamp on it from British central post office.
I always learn something good from that warm wishing letters.
One fine day I got that book from central Librarian and to my surprise the author of the book was my mother.
I found her pictures on it and she wrote plot about a girl who faces obstacles and reaches the pinnacle.
I loved that book and kissed my mother’s pic heart content with tears rolling over my eyes. I literally felt something is about life. I then understood why father told it’s his favorite book and told me I will find a surprise when I find this book.
Without wasting time I wrote a letter to father about book and surprise.
I waited for whole day but still no reply from my father. I felt something wrong and decided to start journey to home.
I took permission from university Dean to travel and he granted it.
I took book and packed with my luggage 💼 and started journey in first class compartment.
I had no sleep thinking whole night about no reply from my father. The journey ended and I hired a cart and reached home.
I found many people there standing talking each other. I rushed in daze what might happened there.
I blinked my eyes in shock and cannot hold my breath any more after the visual I found near there. The man who made me a brave girl and taught many things is in the coffin lying unconscious and sleeping in heaven.
I cried with tears rolling out and hugging my father and all the love I found from him is no more for me. I screamed on the gods for my father’s demise. I still cannot control and kissed my father forehead who is still in face with smile.
I found a letter in his pocket. It tells
“Mary I knew one day you should find the book and decodes who is your mother because you are a daughter of warrior. Mary I told you once God takes the best out of us to face the grave consequences in future. Me and your mother always thought of a girl and never thought about boy. Because I want angel in our lives and sprinkle happiness in our lives with her magic wand. Mary when your mother left me I found a hope In you and never objected your approach and obligations. You still a best kid I had. I faced a heart attack a week ago and fears it will attack me again. You must promise me not to do any offence after my death like killing yourself. Promise?.
I asking you a single word you to do continue research on my organic farming and help the poor from this syndicate world. Hope you will.
Yours loving father
Jim “
I cannot control my tears and kissed my father forehead again and gave him a tearful send off to heaven where my mother is waiting.
I continued my research on organic farming of my father. Found a solution for my father’s research.
I won prestigious Noble prize for my father’s work.
I dedicated it to my father’s soul.
Some times life gives the best and takes away the best all you need to do is continue the journey because everything is for good.
A father daughter relationship story in the British era in India. Its complete fiction and imaginative story.
Your words always welcome
Raghavendra chityala