Post Father’s Day, thoughts.

Post Father’s Day thoughts…the day after…

I have a rather strange syndrome. I usually don’t like to talk about what the world is talking or raving about. More so, what my immediate world is. I tend to go cold and silent.

That’s why inspite of interest in every other sport, playing several myself, I DO NOT watch Cricket.
Also, I am not a writer who wishes to be mass and best selling. I would really like to say something that perhaps the world doesn’t talk about, but should.
Even if a few dedicated readers read, I’m happy that they would like to hear what I have to say rather than how I say what they want to hear.

Yesterday I just had nothing to say on my father. Even though I spent the whole day painting and remembering what Baba would think of me today. He would be proud I’m sure. As I look into my conscious, the mirror to my soul and I see integrity, it makes me happy and proud that I have fought all odds to do what I ought to do.

This morning, I thought of sharing two earlier posts dedicated to my father – to mark his attendance on the world’s stage. I have not been so challenged in life, even if repeatedly, to ever forget my roots.

I have written a lot about my father, in every of my five books. So anyone who reads me knows all my inspirations.
Yet, yesterday as I saw all the Father’s Day thoughts fly up on my wall I just couldn’t break my silence to say anything at all. Baba seemed too personal to share! As a daughter, I just wanted to keep him all of mine, yesterday…
But today, I’m back to being the writer I am. Sharing two old posts…

Below are two posts written over the years:
https://shuvashreeghosh.wordpress.com/2015/07/13/dad-i/

An Emotional Closure.

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