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~My Experience with Trust~

By: confusedsoul | Posted Mar 15, 2010 | Direct Dil Se | 784 Views | (Updated Mar 15, 2010 10:49 AM)

When I was born my father was in Middle East working hard to earn a good livelihood for his family back home. He returned to India to start a business of his own. So, it was only after eight years I got to see my father.


He was an unknown, unfamiliar face, a complete stranger. It was difficult for me to understand what this new relation in my life is all about. Only one person who I could relate to was my mother. I had all my loyalties toward her and somehow I did not understand the fatherly emotions my dad showered on me.


My dad’s return resulted in several changes and one of which was the end of my mom’s duty of dropping me to school in bus. My dad started dropping me on Hamara Bajaj Scooter. I used to stand in front of him… that was indeed a pleasing ride. He kept talking about everything possible but the only stuff that mattered to me was about my mother. He used to tell me how some of her ways did not convince him. Neither was she patient enough to sort out things with him.


I was a loyal daughter but only to my mother. I used to tell her every word of what my dad said. As an obedient wife and a disobedient mother she used to raise the same issues and quarrel with my dad. It took a few days for my dad to realize who is doing the blunder. He tried and explained how things are becoming difficult for the family because of me.


I understood what he said, his trust in me continued and so did my habit of Chugli.


Finally one fine day my dad wasn’t able to control his anger and scolded me with a warning of hitting me with his belt if I don’t mend my ways. This resulted in me falling sick with fever & fear.


After recovering I was a Trust Worthy Person.


This incident has helped me a great deal and while I was keying it I realized how silly and indifferent I was towards my dad. May be this is what childhood is all about... the bitter experiences which mold our personality and also impact our remaining life.


I have earlier posted my childhood experience with Money if you haven’t read it you can check out my post Child is the Father of Man.


Thanks for the read.


Have a great day!


~$@M~


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