Daddy's little girl

Papa is gone. after a year long struggle. its been 3 months now. the daughter can't let go. the memories haunt her. every week. every day. every night. every good moment. in sadness. in happiness. so she wrote a small poem...

I saw that last breath slip you into peace,
The breath that took you far far away from me.
I touched your hand and all had stopped,
A deafening blank and you were relieved.
I must confess the same was true for me,
Daddy's little girl had put her papu to sleep.


And a FB post of hers on 7th Feb (a day before our Bareilly trip):

"Daddy's prayer meeting in bareilly on 10th sept...how it'll feel to go back home...to step down on bareilly station and not see papa cumin to pik up this spoilt daughter of his"