Lucks Looksy

Lucks looksy

These, and a myriad of other terms of endearments were often used by my dad to address me, his daughter-Lucky.How I had loved hearing these sweet nicknames my father used to make up . when he was ecstatic on meeting me, after a long separation, he would call me looksy my sweet sweet daughter and when he was just plain happy to see me it would be lucks, never Lucky and never ever Sulekha. The first thing I notice about anyone I meet is their eyes, the 
windows to the soul.No smile is complete untill it begins from the lips and ends at the eyes. My dad's eyes used to light up while smiling.I could see the shadow of his soul in them, specially when he used to greet me at the airport, a bouquet of the loveliest flowers in one hand and his heart overflowing with paternal love.Proud of his daughter, who he thought could do no wrong in life.The twinkling eyes are not around anymore and I sit and try to conjure up images of his smiling those special smiles. Always singing my praises and encouraging me to do something  with my life.His one pet peeve was that I wasn't independent. He always used to tell me to take up a job and stand on my own feet.Don't waste your education, be your own person.I tried as best as I could.

The all encompassing, pure and unconditional love used to surround me like a warm fuzzy blanket, keeping out the chills and spills of the negative people.I am shivering in the cold for the past two months, missing the blankey.But I needn't do that because he is with me every step of the way. His love surrounds me, his affections embraces me and his spirit lives in my being.My dad was an avid reader and an excellent orator, he was so fond of being the focus of attention that many a times , the microphone had to be forcily taken away from him during a function. He never read from a pre written speech, it was always impromptu and straight from the heart. No wonder everybody always gave him a standing ovation and the deafening applause reverberates long after he has gone away.