I am a woman of 28 today, and the only thing that remains with me of my father today is a singleton silver bracelet that he tied on my wrist a few weeks before he was admitted to the hospital.
He always taught the difference between good and bad. An 8 year old learned everything that he had to teach. His magic tricks made me the magician that I am today. He showed me that he had gotten me a silver bracelet on my 8th birthday. He asked me to close my eyes for a magic trick before he gave me, but there was a mutual understanding that after I opened my eyes he was just going to give me that silver bracelet. He held my hands on my eyes using his own hands and within seconds he asked me to see the silver bracelet for girls that he had gotten especially for me. By now it had disappeared. *poof* it had gone! He asked me to look for that girls bracelet all around him. In excitement I ended up raiding his front pockets and then his back pockets. I looked high up and found he had a shirt pocket and tried reaching using my short hands. He lifted me and allowed me to raid that one too, but it wasn’t there. I was wondering with all my worries that where could it be. In really wanting it, I began looking for it all around the house. I started with the sofa that we were sitting on, looked through the crevices of the edges, and then under.
The silver bracelet was no where to be found. I looked at mum, and even today I remember the look that she had given me, but I completely mistook it and suspected that she knew something and she was in on it with dad. I ran upto her and created a scene, when dad came up to me and without touching me asked me to look at my wrist, and when I turned to see, there it was, smugly sitting on my wrist all along. After a couple of weeks he was admitted to the hospital and passed away. It was the most harrowing nights of my life. But ofcourse I got through it, and became a magician because I wanted to be like him. I want to show my kid some day that magic exists.
Where ever dad is today, his silver bracelet for girls has remained with me for 20 years now, and I truly thought I should write about it. It’s a little blackish today, I haven’t found the time to clean it since nearly a week now, it happens but I generally take good care of it for the most part.
This girls silver bracelet that my dad gave me before he closed his eyes has not only become a companion for all the journeys of my life but also has ended up become a part of my soul. I love hiking, mountain climbing and travelling to newer heights. I sweat on it, abuse it, scratch it, and at times it gets mauled, trust me its not in a good condition but still, I feel empty without it now.
Today whenever I reach to newer heights, I see my silver bracelet and just mumble to my dad, that “hey dad, I made it, and I know that you are proud of me!”
Today I turned 28, and somehow it just struck me that my silver bracelet just turned 20 years old, and considering the condition that it is in, it really isn’t that bad. I think it might just serve a generation considering how my kid takes care of it when I am able to pass it on. Although I hesitate a little too much for passing it onto my kid, and that I feel so much comfort as soon as I put it on, I feel like my dad is with me. I might not pass it on. Or maybe I might. I am just not too sure. Or maybe I could get new bangles for girls if I have a baby girl? This is too complicated a decision too take since there are just too many emotions involved. Today although i love to see so many silver bracelets for women, and have bought a lot of silver bracelets for women too, but its oddly unsettling that none of them give me the comfort like the one that my dad gave me!
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