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Papas Day?

                  “O! My dearest Goddess Mom and God Dad, my supreme creators, I adore and salute your love and support. Thank you for feeding me today and I praise you for making the hours of my life successful and memorable. Guide me to enlightenment always both in my dreams and reality. Glory to you! Modenban Dumla. Good morning.” Like every morning before washing up, I used to stand in front of the door, joining my hands, closing my eyes and doing my prayer on top of my voice so that papa would hear it wherever he was. He knew that I used to skip some lines or words as it was must for me to learn this prayer by heart ever since I was a first grader.

                      I still remember how my  aunty, Kamana, who is just 4 months older than me used to come over to look for me to start the day with mischievousness and fun. Our giggling, ridiculous excitement while running all over the house my papa used to warn both of us from everywhere that we might get into fight or something and used to tell us to be in distant. Every Saturday morning Kamana, with whom I couldn’t even think of spending the rest of the day, we both used to try not to leave each others company as much as possible. But even if she used to be out for sometimes, my boredom never let me down as my papa used to call me gently with love to play balloon with him. It was a very strong durable light pink balloon which we used to swirl to each other giggling and making funny noises.

                     When the sun used to be high above the sky, showering its warm and pretty rays, papa used to take me in the balcony to have a mushroom hair cut then a pleasant bath. He gently used to clean my chubby cheek, my football shaped belly and wash my thick soft hair. While I used to wrapped in the towel he used to trim my nails, where we mostly used to fight. After getting all dry and comfy the opening of the gate used to excite me and I used to hurriedly go to the balcony to welcome Kamana. Before gulping the meal with my exciting intention she used to call me downstairs to play or show me anything new that she got. It used to be her eating time after mine. I used to get warned by papa not to sit down again for food as he wants a “Cinderella body”. As I was chubby fat back then, he wishes that I become lean and thin and have a body like that of Cinderella. I still remember till today’s date that papa used to and still gets me books for my birthday present. All sort of books, fiction, encyclopedia, novel, biography which has made a small library. He used to tell me how I used to sleep soon in his arms while singing lullaby.

                      Like every superhero dad, my papa is also one of them for me. His endless support, love, care has made me realize my worth and potential and he has taught me to never give up. He inspires me every day by his numerous life lessons and tires to me make a better person than him and get ahead than him. I am really thankful for my papa who has and will keep me supporting wherever I am or whatever I do. These are just few moments of my childhood, it is impossible for me to jot down every single memories and times I had with papa and I will have in near future. I love you, papa.

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