From a 'good' on my notebook to an award in school annual day,you celebrated my little victories like FESTIVALS.. Those nights when I had fever you sat HOLDING me... And those weak mornings walks when you held my hand,wishing the breeze and the sun-rise to HEAL me.. You have never protected me,for you BELIEVED,I was more than able to do that myself... You have never questioned my who and where abouts,for you TRUSTED more than you cared... You have never given me a fairyland nor made me a PRINCESS,but 'being your girl' I have learnt to be the EMPRESS... Thank you, for giving me REALITY CHECKS everytime I was flattered... Thank you,for building me up brick by brick to who I am today... Born on women's day,you are the STRENGTH of the powerful woman in me... Happiest birthday Bapa.. Captioning the uncaptionable💜
