Dear daughter Sansa, I started writing a letter to you last night and just when I was halfway done, I had to leave. Someone out there was lonely and sad. I had to give him company, make him happy, play music for him and see him dance. I am sorry, baby. But I know that you arent angry with me, thats how you like to see you father too, dont you, love?! : What happened Papa? Why was he sad? : Same reason as your fathers sadness, love. Just like your father, he is still learning to live alone. To not let solitude transform into an ugly monster called loneliness. : What is the difference between solitude and loneliness, Papa? : Solitude is a choice, my love. Loneliness is a punishment. : How do you decipher, Papa? : When in solitude, you smile in silence, my love. When lonely, the silence mocks at you. Smirks. : Why do people get lonely, Papa? : Because they get tired, my love. : Is loneliness that tiring, Papa? : Every second of it, my love. : Are you feeling tired, Papa? : Yes, my love. Tonight, I am tired. Very tired. : Dont be, Papa. I am here. Talk to me. Tell me a beautiful story, Papa. : What do you want to hear, love? : Any story that brings smiles, Papa. You have so many of them. : Hmm.. I will tell you a story about conversations, baby. And how we need it to not let solitude transform into that monster. And how the memories of a wonderful conversation keep you safe for days and nights. : I smell a woman already, Papa! : Your senses are working just fine, my love. There is a woman in the story. A beautiful woman. A woman who was so beautiful that I could never see her again. : I didnt get what you said, Papa. But lets not go deep and start the story. : Ok, my love. : Papa! : Yes? : European? Asian? : American, my love! : Was she fat, Papa? : No, love! Not all Americans are fat. Whom are you talking to these days? : I am just watching discovery a lot, Papa. : Lets not go deeper into it. I will start the story. : Yes, Papa! : Ok, my love! So! It was a sunny day. The sun was.. : Papa! Story! : OK. I was sitting in the cafe, where I often sit and work, my love! And there was a beautiful woman, sitting on the table next to me. She was working and her level of concentration was highly inspiring. At some point of time it felt as if she cant even see people around. But people could see her. She felt so out of reach, my love. And I craved for a conversation. : Conversation? : Yes! : Just that, Papa? : Shut up! Yes! So! she was doing her work and in the meanwhile, I would keep taking breaks and would not miss a chance to look at her. She noticed. Like all women do! And in my last break, when I looked at her, she looked back and smiled. I smiled too, my love. And then after a while, she turned towards me and asked; Where could I find some good Indian food around here? I saw outside the window, pointed a finger in the direction and kept telling her; go straight, take first left, and then right and ... Suddenly I looked at her, She was already looking at me. She had a very mischievous smile on her face. She said- I thought, you were intelligent I blushed, baby! I said- Sure, lets have dinner together. We immediately packed our bags and left for the restaurant. We had the most wonderful table to ourselves. All the staff knew me and so I behaved a little pricey. Nevertheless, we started talking, Time started slipping like sand. After four hours, we realized, it was late. So we walked out of the restaurant and silently started walking towards my place. And at the last turn, I turned back at her and said- lets not go home! She smiled so beautifully and said- Yes! Lets not go home. Or rather, I will go to mine, you; yours. Yes! I said. She hugged me. So warmly. Kissed me on my forehead and walked back, baby! She turned back quite a few times and kept smiling. I was smiling too. : Then, Papa? did you run to her? : No, my love! I did not! : Did you meet her again, Papa? : Never, my love! : What happened to the story, Papa? Its not complete yet. : Why go rigid about completing every story, baby? Dont they mostly look the same once competed?! : Yes, Papa! Do you miss her, Papa? : I miss what happened, baby. I miss that conversation. And I still crave for another as beautiful as it was. : What was her story, Papa? Did she love hot-dogs? : Goodness, baby! Not all Americans are fat and not all of them love hot-dogs! Whom all are you talking to these days ? : I am just watching Discovery, Papa. : Papa! : Yes, my love! : Dont you get tired, talking to me, Papa? : I dont, my love. And if someday I do, even then you wouldnt know. : That means that you love me so much, Papa. : How? : You yourself taught me, Papa; when you love people, you listen to their stories, you listen to everything they have to say. And you never get tired. Or just never show it. Letters To My Daughter Sansa
Posted on: Fri, 02 Jan 2015 18:54:44 +0000