•Daddy’s lil girl•

Riya Basu

I’ve always been closer to my dad. From going to that party or asking money for shopping, I always go to my dad first cause he is the one who usually says yes! 😋
He is the one who calls me every other hour when I’m away, to make sure I’m okay.
He is the one who toils so hard just to get a roof to live under, food to eat and all the luxury I ever need.
Breaking the myths of being the only child, my father taught me to cook my own food and share, even if its that one last bite you’ve saved for yourself, share!
He is the one who would wear chappals just to get me a branded ones. Do every bit, just to see me smile.
But we hardly appreciate the things our fathers do; without any expectations!
Yes, mothers are selfless, but that…

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I won’t delete your number

Uncontrollably ME

I was scrolling through my phone, and I saw your name.  The moment of memory, and happy, and sad that kicks you in the gut all at once.  But, I won’t delete your number.  That would mean I am erasing you, your memory, the last piece I carry with me every day for what feels like forever since you left.  I am sure the number belongs to someone who will never know your name, or they probably do and are tired of people calling and asking for you.  Your number, your voicemails, your smile in my mind are all that are left.  I wouldn’t trade them for the world, even though you are long gone, I get to hold you for just a little bit when I see the name and number, or replay the messages.

The other day I went on to snapchat, and was adding a friend, under ‘people you may want to…

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Uncontrollably ME

I was scrolling through my phone, and I saw your name.  The moment of memory, and happy, and sad that kicks you in the gut all at once.  But, I won’t delete your number.  That would mean I am erasing you, your memory, the last piece I carry with me every day for what feels like forever since you left.  I am sure the number belongs to someone who will never know your name, or they probably do and are tired of people calling and asking for you.  Your number, your voicemails, your smile in my mind are all that are left.  I wouldn’t trade them for the world, even though you are long gone, I get to hold you for just a little bit when I see the name and number, or replay the messages.

The other day I went on to snapchat, and was adding a friend, under ‘people you may want to…

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