In Nature of Fatherhood.

This morning I saw a small baby boy in his father’s embrace. The father had held his son firmly and softly while the son had kept his head on his father’s shoulder like a good child. The child couldn’t have been more than three years old and seeing that sight, my heart became overjoyed and immediately I told Ma, that I had just seen a small baby in his father’s embrace.

There was nothing unique in it, yet it felt unique. It simply touched my heart. Often babies bring a smile to your face, but seeing the father and his baby boy in embrace, it was a cheerful, happy and blissful moment for me. The child was basking and glowing in his father’s love, just like God’s and mother’s love. A father’s love makes a child grow and it is same with mother’s love. Fathers often turn out to be strict and bit over bearing, but their hearts are softer than melted wax.

Its just time and situations. Mostly to keep the families running, fathers have to act in a way which may seem strict and harsh, but their inner core longs for their children and family.


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The boy playing on the green field.

It was winter time.Winter had not settled in properly and was keeping every one guessing. A boy who had come to Worcestershire on vacation was feeling very alone and lonely as his sister couldn’t accompany him on the trip.She had to take extra summer tution, hence she was staying with her aunt while her parents and her kid brother were vacationing in the Uk. She used to play for the district football team and was the vice-captain of her team and she had taught her little brother the game. The boy’s name was Joseph and he was five and half years old. Joseph and his family were staying at his uncle’s home, who is a business consultant over there. His home was a large estate with a green field twice as big as a football field. While Joseph was on the way to the airport he was very sad that his elder sister wouldn’t be going on vacation with him. His sister knew this beforehand, so at the airport toy shop, she had bought him a football made by a well known sports company and told him-“whenever you feel sad, you play with this ball at uncle’s home.”

So, after reaching there they contacted her the next morning but her brother didn’t speak with her. The next day also he didn’t. Then the third day evening his mother gave him the ball and asked him to play to with. He went outside and started playing with it, on the big green field. He would kick the ball and it would go far away and he would run after it and again kick it and this went on for about two hours. But, that night also he didn’t speak with his sister. The next morning without having his breakfast he went to play with the ball and a huge, big surprise was waiting for him.

He couldn’t believe his eyes. There were two authentic goalposts on the two edges of the field and in the middle of the ground his sister was standing wearing his favourite football jersey and her both hands were outstretched towards him and he went straight into her arms and embraced her and started crying noisily on her shoulder. Her new jersey became spoilt with nose goo.

Joseph-“Thanks, Mary for coming. I was feeling very lonely”.

Mary-“That’s why I came over. I knew you were missing me. So, I took the next earliest flight available. But my flight was delayed at the stop over destination, thus I was late. Now stop crying and go and have your breakfast. See Ma is laying down the breakfast.”

Joseph-“No breakfast. Only goal.”

Saying so, he kicked the ball into the goalpost and ran to have his breakfast.