"You are such a careless girl", He said while she swifted through the front door straight into her car. She was on way to office. "Fathers are difficult people to impress. No matter how old we grow they still treat us as a kid", She thought and ignited the engine, browsing through her favorite playlist; she started rolling towards her office. Weather was pleasant, just the kind of weather u want for a long drive. But she wasn’t going on a long drive. It was just 15 minute drive from her home. Navigating through the turns she kept thinking about this “careless” title she just earned. “I am earning new titles nowadays,” She thought and a counter thought sprouted in corner of her brain. “I am not careless. Fathers have this strange habit of not praising their children; they are the first ones to scold when we do bad and last ones to praise when we do good”. She thought and pumped up the music. Tunes of ” Be chasai khaan mouj kour” filled the air, wondering about the meaning of these notes, she pushed the paddle deeper. “Why is Bollywood so complicated? Why can’t they just keep things simple? Now I have to find some Kashmiri person who can translate these lines for me.” She talked to herself.
Her eyes brushed the sight of children leaving for school those innocent wide toothed smiles reminded her of school days. And how can she not miss those weekly visits of her parents. She, narrating everything she did in week to her father. And he, listening patiently. Sundays were fun. Every time she smiled, Reflection of her smile appeared on face of her father. For her father, Happiness in its zenith was seeing his children smile. For him no other happiness ever existed.
“But, I am not careless, this thought knocked her out of past. And she was already near her office building.”I strongly believe that “Rest” is the natural state of human beings. If a person admits that he enjoys not being at rest, He is either lying or has...