Daddy’s Diaries XV
September 6, 2012
I kept him to myself—not sharing, not saying. It saddened me, but was safer than exposing Daddy to strangers.
I kept him to myself—not sharing, not saying. It saddened me, but was safer than exposing Daddy to strangers.
There is a dangerous indirect message here: that appearance always matters and is the only thing that matters.
Do young men talk fatherhood over beer? Are daddies headed in a new (and improved) direction?
What happens when your little boy shows up to play teatime dressed as his favorite Disney princess? Or Amita insists she should be called ‘Amit’ from now on?
Adoption is often the last resort. But what about the outliers–those of us for whom genetics has come to matter the least?
They stand as reminders that we have the ability to surprise ourselves. What we’re really looking to be are tourists in our own lives.
Because I wanted to know the thoughts making noise in his head, I asked him: Did you ever do drugs? Would you want to be famous?
Trapped by the confines of a clock, I cheated myself out of the one thing I love most. I worry that this preoccupation with occupation is going to be the death of us.
She came to her brother’s aid and suggested that she would sit in a fire with Prahlad on her lap.
Western scholars of the 19th century, failing to understand Hinduism, declared that the Śivaliṅgā was a phallic symbol. Unfortunately, many ‘educated’ Indians believe it too.
Wear my name inside your soul, To pick you up if you should fall. It was unusual, I realize now, that a 13-year-old would contemplate such a reality.
This is a simple story, rarely told. Of a magic that began when I was first created. Of a rainbow that leads to eternity, one that will remain long after I have left.