"Dad! Why people change?" She asked, when she
gained some consciousness and noticed her dad tucking her into bed.
"They don't change for you if they really love
you."
"No, everyone changes," Her soul cracked and tears
cleaned the make up from her cheeks. Two bottles down her throat, finally blew
her into pieces. She then refused to go back home. Driver called her dad, he
drove to the pub and brought her back home.
"You saw me change?" Her father held her pieces,
cupping her cheek, "I saw you plucking flowers from garden and I saw you
destroying yourself in a bar. I always held your hand and brought you
home."
She kept looking at him and then started pinning her index
finger in air, as if poking the air bubbles.
"But then why he changed?" A tear had already drew
a thin line of Kajal on her face.
"Perhaps! He did not love you enough or he is not a dad
yet."
She thought for a while and then started laughing,
"Don't worry! I am not pregnant."
He smiled, turned off the light and walked downstairs. His
eyes fell on a photograph from her childhood. He remembered the days when he
was an alcoholic, never really caring about anyone. Then she was born and he
changed drastically. Little did she know about how he left alcohol or how he
chose a drawing book for her over a bottle for himself.
For her, the only thing that changed was his name. With
time, How he became a Dad from Daddy.
People change, no matter what. However, remember, still
there are a few who will always hold your hand and bring you home.
-Himanshu Appie Chhabra
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