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Yes, he must be a father of a daughter.

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 In the corridors of your school, faced with scolding, would you resort to threatening by saying, "I'll tell my father"? Confronted with abuse, would you gather the courage to admonish the wrong doer, knowing that your father stands as a shield? 

In the face of eve-teasing, would you dare to slap back, fueled by the confidence instilled by your father's strength?

He is the soldier to protect you. 

As you scribble the worst strokes on paper during your childhood, did you ever notice the day your father brought drawing books, envisioning an artist within you? 

He is the one who trust you before you have gained self-esteem on yourself. 

A passing comment about your favorite color—did your father embark on a citywide search for that perfect dress?

Your casual words means a lot to him. 

 When seeking the best college, did your father endure nights in uncomfortable places just to ensure you had a smooth admission process?

He always wanted the best to give you. 

Did he scold you relentlessly, perhaps even stopped talking to you at times, all in the name of keeping you safe? The answer resonates: 

A naive person who thinks that children will be attentive only if he shows his anger. 

Did your father cease communication due to your choice of a life partner, expressing concern and possibly doubting your maturity and later did he felt very proud of your decision for your life partner by saying "even If I try also I can't bring a groom like your husband"?...He would have worried about your happiness or he would have feel the emptiness and hollowness as you are leaving him. This seperation may be intolerance, grief to him! 

 Did you discover Swami Vivekananda's books during childhood without explicitly being told, implying that your father introduced them, shaping your values and instilling a desire for ethical strength in you and your siblings? 

While you may long for a comforting hug with your father but, his serious demeanor might evoke worry.

 Yes, He must be a Father of a daughter.


"In school's scold and strife, my shield he'd be,

Against abuse and teasing, his strength guards me.

Scribbling dreams on paper, his vision set free,

A father's love, my first hero's legacy."

To be honest....weather it is a SON or DAUGHTER,father is the the unsung hero, may not always express love in cinematic embraces, but his age-old gestures form a unique language of affection. In the journey of life, a father remains the first hero, an irreplaceable. 

A child is not alone with out father! even after his passing, the love and responsibility a father feels for his children are carried forward and entrusted to the divine.

A last letter to father from his daughter

"Nanna, even though you are no more physically, I want to thank you for the values ​​you instilled in me and the practical life lessons we learned, which made me a strong woman. I take comfort in knowing that you are now at peace, free from pain and suffering. I remember the happy moments we spent together. Thanks, Nanna".

The greatness of a father lies in his humility; he may not boast in your presence, yet he must be exceedingly proud of you. He may deny you some requests, yet he never ceases to fulfill your deepest desires. He carries a multitude of fears for his daughter's safety, happiness, and well-being, yet he maintains a facade of unwavering confidence.

#Dedicated to all Fathers and all Men in my life .. You all are the Unsung heroes. 

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  1. Archana VijayFebruary 9, 2024 at 8:09 AM

    Excellent write up.

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  2. Swetha Vishnu chittanFebruary 9, 2024 at 9:30 AM

    Thanks for the comment, Mrs. Archana Vijay. It is a love of every father on his children. Indeed, It is their excellence.

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