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A soldier of love

This post is a part of #Soldierforwomen in association with

It was one of those quiet days without any unanticipated happenings or guests at home. I was slouching onto the sofa, sipping honey nectar like coffee from my favorite mug. I was preoccupied with something in my mind, rather, someone. It had been so many months since I had put in a “HI” to him. I was so preoccupied with my own life here in Chennai that I had forgotten to put in a greeting for one of my childhood super heroes.

I am not indicating this post to my dearest dad, who with no doubt, was my greatest hero and companion throughout my childhood. I am writing this post for someone else who also made my childhood memorable, who made me feel special like I was the little girl of his life, my uncle.

I could remember with pristine clarity, the days when I used to go and stay at his one bed-roomed apartment in Mylapore which had the love for many such little girls like me. At my arrival, he used to embrace me with such love and happiness and take me straight to the beach to have fun jumping over the waves which caressed the shore. He would sit with me to build sand castles on the coarse sands of the beach and we used to spend much time on playing throw ball very early in the morning.

I brimmed teeth to teeth when I recollected some of my memories with him, his tiny acts of love which brought me bouts of joy and memories. I tend to remember the crayon book he bought me the minute I had asked for it. The dinosaur shaped crayon book may have not lasted materially, but I still remember and cherish the immense joy that brimmed in my heart when he held up the book for my eyes to relish in happiness.

I am bound to include this to my dear readers that he had never lost even a little love for me in spite of having such an affable daughter himself. He used to remember each of my final examinations at school and gift me with a wonderful pen and wish me ‘all the best’ without fail. Whenever I lose touch with him, he calls me up and says “It has been such a long time since I talked to you gundu.” And my heart swells up with joy whenever he calls to talk to me over phone.

 There were times when I had felt so jealous to not be his daughter and I wonder his capability of being such an adorable and understanding father to my little sister. Whenever, he calls my tiny brother “Bhadawa!” and embraces him with infinite love, I feel like going back to being his little Gaju once again.

I sincerely feel he is my best soldier as he protected me from the pangs of being “Unloved” besides receiving my parents’ affection and made me feel so special and adorable. He has also been such a sincere and understanding man in my sister’s and aunt’s lives thereby playing his perfect part as a soldier for women, at heart.

I take this contest as an opportunity to thank and honor my beloved “Shankar chithapa” for playing such an essential part in my life and always being such a wonderful person to me.


  1. very sweet of you gayathree to remember Sankar Chithapa's love for you as his daughter and bring it out in public. welldone.


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