©Pranjali Bhatt

We need men. We- mothers, daughters and sisters need men to raise ourselves. Most important role of any men is of Father. And that the bond of father-daughter shares is indescribable. I am not that type who would keep posting pictures with dad on Facebook or WhatsApp. Even I won’t hug my dad just to wish him Happy Father’s Day. And I might not want my dad to read this post also. So here it goes; my feelings for my dad. Dearest Dad, You are the only man in my life who loved me before I was even born. Loved me before I could open my eyes or speak anything. I am now 22 but your love for me still remains intact. I have always looked up to you, I want to become like you. Even as a child, I loved your attention; running behind you everywhere. I still remember the day when I changed my school, how you came till my classroom to drop me and ensured that I had a place to sit and someone as a classmate to make me comfortable. I still remember how those eyes were filled with pride wh

There are times when my heart wanders in all direction. Today is such a day. There is some kind of music playing in background. My eyes are gazing on the wall. Thinking of past few months. Yes, time flies by. And so do people. A part inside me is really pissed. 17 th January. So here is the thing about results. It feels like no matter how hard you work, some things aren’t in your hand. My other side questions myself “Had I given by 100%?” I regret nothing in life, but this sick feeling makes me regret that what if I just stopped my distractions those 5 months and gave everything to my exams! I felt like wrapping myself inside a blanket and sobbing around. This intense feeling hurts because I had never faced any failure before. I believe these circumstances define you. You think that even if there are closed to 500 people in your contact list, you don’t even know whom to call. Immediate sudden thought which strikes what would world say? Phone calls during such times seriously m

“A week in Mumbai”; with this shock I confronted myself. 3 rd outstation in 3 rd year of Internship. And yes I was the senior of two of us going for the office trip. A part of me was excited and a part of me tensed. And there was responsibility on me. The 1 st one probably to catch train on time, followed by reaching the right destination. Finding a lesser known destination is toughest in Mumbai. The time came. My train was scheduled at 10. Things were going on right! And I arrived on time despite the not-at-all expected rains in the month of May in Ahmedabad. But to my relief because of the rains the weather turned so good. And the journey started. Upper berth and book to provide me comfort, with cell phone; enough for whole night. Only a few more hours until I was there. The night passed by with hardly 3 hours of sleep and the station arrived. I was half dead by then with 8 hours of journey. Finding transportation is not a difficult task in Mumbai even at wee hours. The city