His eyes remained glued to the
Lufthansa Airlines flight that had just taken off from the International Airport
and followed it till the same diminished into the horizons.
While on way back home, sitting in
the rear seat of his car, tears swelled up his eyes as he managed to hide them
from the driver looking through the rear view mirror.
His thoughts drifted back to the cold
winter night of December 23rd when he received a call from his
wife’s gynecologist asking him to rush to the hospital as his wife had to
undergo an emergency procedure to have the baby. Alisa was born at 2.10 am
local time. As he held the baby in his arms while wife recuperated in the
operation theater for a few more hours, he had decided that he will not have
any more kids.
The one-child norm had been a part of
his philosophy him from his early twenties. ``Children are responsibilities who
need to be had as per your means and requirements,’’ he had once argued with
his wife. While, Simran had always craved for at least two kids, she had to go
with Amar when he said that they had just enough means to support and bring up
one child in a good way.
Alisa slowly became an inseparable
part of Amar’s life; he simply could not bear her go through any hardship to
attain a certain end. ``Why don’t you give her that glass of milk at her table,
rather than asking her to make an effort of coming to the dining table while
she is studying,’’ he would ask Simran.
His affection for the child grew to
the extent that he changed his entire concept of having just one child.
Whenever asked, he would simply say, ``I could not share my love for Alisa with
any other child, even if it was my own.’’
One fine day, Alisa came home with news
of this boy who was a batch-mate at her medical school, and he was planning to
do specialization in a foreign country, ``So, you too are looking at such an
option? What’s wrong with Indian institutes? You need not apply and my words
are final,’’ declared an obviously jealous father.
In his single-track-thinking with
respect to Alisa, Amar had stopped
realising that the girl had actually grown up to have a thinking and a mind of
her own, she was 24 years old! He was deeply hurt, when the letter accepting
Alisa’s application in an American University arrived, while he was rushing out
for office and he simply took the u-turn towards home.
Before Alisa was back from her college that day, Simran and Amar had finished rounds of discussions regarding the fact of life – one that of LETTING GO! An act that all of us have to do at some point of life or the other, and it is not all that difficult when accepted as a way of life.
Before Alisa was back from her college that day, Simran and Amar had finished rounds of discussions regarding the fact of life – one that of LETTING GO! An act that all of us have to do at some point of life or the other, and it is not all that difficult when accepted as a way of life.
Having handed over the letter to his only
daughter, Amar had walked out of the drawing room leaving Alisa with Simran.