Dear Sansa, 6:49 in the morning now. No, dad didnt wake up early..as usual he could not sleep. Another sleepless night. And trust me, if you ask me the reason I probably wouldnt have one. There arent actually any reasons. Life has been more peaceful than ever. Limited but peaceful. I miss certain people, I miss the times I spent with them but every memory ends with the same thought that it happened for good. Thats the whole point, baby. It always happens for good. If things happened in any different way, today your father wouldnt have been sitting peacefully in the balcony, holding the rabbit on his lap and writing beautiful letters to you..with this calmness on his face. No regrets baby! None whatsoever. Not that I have not done anything wrong in my past but I feel that whatever wrong I did, I have happily taken my share of punishment with silence. I have let my life punish me, I have moved ahead and embraced that punishment. And for whatever good I did, those punishments didnt last long, baby. Those punishments didnt last long. And the worst part about the society that we live in baby is that people wont judge you for the audacity of your crimes rather the term that you serve as punishment. People are happy seeing people getting punished. And these punishments also vary.. they could be as insignificant as someone getting professionally criticised to as brutal as a woman getting stoned publicly. People would either join or stand still and watch. Tomorrow when you grow up love, you will see pictures/videos and a thousand other proves of people almost celebrating each others punishments. Your failure my love will only be your punishment. This is the bitter truth, my love. Our failures are others prizes. And not the first, second or third rather consolation prizes.. and today our world, our people have become so mediocre that we only can cherish these consolation prizes. : Who wins the first prize then, Daddy ? : Baby! Those who succeed they win the success, but the first prize always goes to the one, who can cherish others success.. others joy. And who can take a step forward, extend their arms and try to stop the madness. When children succeed my love, their family, their father, their mother are the ones who win the first prize.. and that is why all the kids in the world are raised beautifully so that the parents can have the first prize. : How do the ones who dont have kids can win the first prize, daddy? : Well my love! They might not have their own kids, but there are always kids, who could use a family..who could use someone to cherish their joys, no matter how small or big the scale is. With you, my love. i want to win a thousand first prizes. And the best part baby, these prizes do not demand space to be kept.. they are invisible.. they all merge together and become a smile.. The most beautiful smile.. that your father has right now when he thinks about your path, your success and your joys. : How will i succeed daddy ? : Baby! you will succeed by defeating the chaos inside. That my love is the sole meaning to success. No regrets baby! None whatsoever! People have migrated because of this chaos much more than because of wars. And when you look at it, wars are only the consequence of such chaoses. Lets create beauty together my daughter! Lets kill this chaos. Or lets help people kill their chaoses. Life could be the most wonderful journey if it only meant to create joy and peace. For joy and peace do not demand any luxury my love. All they need is one soul to stand by your side. That first prize winner soul baby, the one who cherishes you and you smallest victories. Our duo baby! That will be our mission. We will travel and reach out to people,and become their first prize winners.. we will shout with them, we will cry with them. We will let souls connect. What did I tell you in the last letter, my love? What do souls do? Souls connect, my love! Souls connect! I love you! Good morning. Dad. Dated: 06 Oct, 2014
Posted on: Mon, 06 Oct 2014 01:54:53 +0000
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