An Ode to my Dad

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I am just another random girl in this huge city called Bangalore. Being born and brought up here I was used to they way people lead their lives. But all my dreams and thoughts about the world seemed to prove false when I entered my college.

Being used to my dad dropping me to school everyday, going to college all alone, catching a bus seemed difficult to me. It was my first day of college and I was nervous as it is.

I went to the bus stop early so that I could reach college early. But little did I know that I shouldn’t have done that. As I stood there waiting for a bus, a guy moved behind me whistling. I turned around and gave a disgusted look at him. Who the hell did he think he was?

But the guy didn’t bother, he walked away only to come back the same way after a while this time singing some song at me. I got angry but I didn’t turn around this time. He just stood behind singing, and when I didn’t bother about him, he put his hand on my waist and pinched me.

I was startled. How dare he touch me? How dare of him to pinch me? In front of everyone. I looked all around trying to find someone to help me, but no one seemed to bother. It looked as if they were all used to it. Tears filled my eyes, I didn’t know what to do. I just ran from the bus stop and called my dad.

As I stood outside the bus stop waiting for my dad, I didn’t know that the guy had followed me. Now he was standing next to me trying to make me talk. His words, his stance made me nauseate. He started to speak in a bad away, and when I didn’t reply, he took me by the shoulder to do what god knows.

Thankfully, I didn’t have to get to know that because my dad came exactly at that point. He got down from his vehicle at once, ran towards me and took the guy by his shirt. He gave him one tight slap and then asked me if this was the way a guy should behave towards a girl.

He asked me to call the police and while I did that, he gave the guy a sense of his mind. As the police came and took the guy away, my dad put his arms around me and held me tight, making me forget everything. Suddenly I felt strong and protected.

He understood that. But he just told me one thing. He can’t always come right on time to protect me. I had grown up, meaning I had to protect myself. Instead of telling me that he will always come rushing like a superhero, he told me that he will make me a superwomen. Making me strong so that I could stand up for myself.

That doesn’t mean he won’t stand up for me, it just meant that he wanted me to stand up for myself as well. Since then, I know how to deal with such things. I think about that day, and thank my dad even now. Thanks to him, I have taught the same lesson to my niece and my sister in law. And in future to me daughter.

Thank you dad. You always were, are and will always be my superhero.

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