Daughter Dear

 The fourth Sunday of September is special. Wanna know why? It celebrates the best, the blessed gift a parent can ever have, a daughter!

Apparently, the Daughters' Day as a concept began in India as a conscience and awareness campaign, given the merciless female foeticide. Ramchandra Sirus, who was moved by the story of a man who killed his daughters as he wanted a son, initiated the day. That was the first decade of the twenty-first century. 

Yes, such were the days. If the second-born was a daughter, too, there used to be utter disappointment in so-called well-off, 'modern' families. Luckily, things have changed for the better now. Many parents are happy with an only daughter as well. By this time, moreover, even the U.N. has accepted the day as Daughters ' Day, and it is celebrated in many countries, it seems. 

Well, it should be. Daughters ARE special. Daughters are often compared to sunshine. Personally I feel daughters are the moonlight. The moon shines in the dark, is unbelievably gentle and soft, and yet is so powerful that it can turn even sea tides. That is a daughter for you, soft yet strong.

She is her mother's  very good friend, her father's solace, and in her rests their total faith and complete confidence.  Three fourth a doctor, one fourth a nurse, she is the best care-giver in the whole world, and happily and willingly she sacrifices her interests in the process. 

Daughters are excellent when it comes to winning laurels, and are exceptionally brilliant at very many things. A multi-tasker, a daughter knows how to extend twenty-four hours in to as many as are needed. Efficient, effective, emotional, endlessly the adjectives can string along, and yet a daughter would not be sufficiently  defined! Daughters are precious, in brief, and that is saying the least!

Pratima@ D'aught'ers are special coz 'aught' is in their very nomenclature. So sure are parents of their lucky charm that they KNOW she would be the best even in the worst context!