Maybe this will be the most confused post that I’m ever going to write till date. Today I just want to give a bit of gratitude to my Amma and Achan. I know for sure that they will be reading this post. Thank you so much for taking care of me. Thank you so much for bearing all my tantrums. I know, even if the whole world is against my opinions you two will be there to support me. I don’t have any words to display my love.
There were days that I was not feeling okay. I know how hard it was for you two to see me going through that pain.
There were comments about my body structure, about my body weight and all. I’m genetically skinny by nature. No matter whatever I put into my body I won’t get fat(except fast foods). When I was young it was really hard to accept that fact. Because I was against the society norms body structure.
I’m not ready to put on weight by daily eating McDonald’s cheeseburger. I’m not going to do that.
I have never heard a comical comment about this body matter thing from my parents. Even if they are raising their concern about my health I can clearly understand the love in their voices. It’s genuine. My grandmother(father’s Mother) used to always tease me about this. But no matter what, I know how much she loves me. I miss her a lot. I love you.
I can clearly differentiate the difference between the genuine love and the fake love that is showing towards me by the people. I’m so grateful for all the real love. Growing up, I have learned a lot about this.
Currently, I’m reading a book by Sarah Knight’s ‘The life-changing magic of Not giving a fuck’. I think my father have already read this in his dreams. It’s a book about giving too many fucks in our life. Pleasing other peoples. Doing the things for others, that are against our wishes and desires. Salute to him.
P.S- I don’t have the courage to be you, my dear father. Please be you. Never ever change your personality for others. I know how much you care about others ‘if you like them’.