Please papa...

“I don’t like it here papa…I just don’t”

“There are very few places in this world darling that can actually proclaim your acceptance and likeness…”

“World is a big word you know, papa…”

“And you have seen none of it…not yet…”

“Will you ever let me papa…will you ever let me leave your hand and walk on my own? Will you ever let me stumble and get up to walk again…on my own?”

“People yearn for protection do you know that…it’s not wise to project your ignorance. Only a fool can ask for a fall when people around are willing to raise him…to a pedestal even he hasn’t imagined for himself.”

“Then why push him beyond his imaginations…why not let him dream for himself…why not, papa?”

“Not every one is capable of dreaming big.”

“And who decides the limits papa…who?”

“Dreams have no limits…they are not measured…”

“Well…if they don’t, then how can my dream be smaller than yours…why compare them if they are not measurable…?”

“No one’s comparing them dear…we are just helping you…protecting you. That is all.”

“Your help chokes me papa…your protection holds me back…it grasps me so tight…I can’t break free papa…I don’t like it here…”

“You understand nothing dear…someday you shall…”

“Yes papa…I don’t understand. And how I wish I had never tried understanding.”