Father

He stood lean and tall as I looked up my towering father, i was tugging at his stylish bell bottom pants as he was putting up with my tantrums.
It is late night and, this is when work begins. The workers are busy with erecting the pole ads, while my father is amidst a conversation bagging a business deal. A tall, lean and fair complexioned man with a dark mustache and thick hair extended to form long sideburns complementing his jawline, and looking at his hazel coloured eyes that held the manipulations of the conversation that ment gibberish to me. His hands strong yet tender which covered most of my face that kept passifying my pattern of irresolute behaviour to which I did not succumb. I kept asking myself ' Does this always have to happen during late nights?' The nocturnal visit being a prerequisite much observed by me ever since I started realising things around me and got a hold of myself in connecting with the real world. I stood still pondering over the complexity of the repeated work. I knew that my father had a tough business that he pursued with driven doggedness for the love of his work. I had to hang around for quite sometime aimlessly! How boring could this get? Now i stood by his side, dazed building castles in the air, wishing for a night filled with the magic of joy rides and fairytales gowns, draped in the iridicent flowing fabric and the head gear to be an emblished golden crown, with swinging the magic wand around for magical moments to surrender. Looking up to the universe lay a dark blanket, bedazzled with sparky stars which I want to pluck off the cimmerian sky, i stood painting a picture of my own and then all of a sudden....
loud laughters of both men shook me up from my fantasy world to mother Earth. I promised myself not to give up. There I stood tenaciously clinging on to my father and thought of behaving myself for I was there with a purpose. I whiled away an hour munching goodies and sipping onto my favourite drink goldspot, while my father finished his last minute fixes.
Now the time was near.. excitement was reeling in my tummy as I jumped up and ran towards our car followed by my father.
We sat in the car and my keen eyes stared at him and, from his gestures I gathered that he seemed preoccupied nonetheless,   he knew that he had to fulfill his promise for which I had been waiting this long! He pulled out his wallet and asked me to close my eyes...and just the thought of it tickled me bringing out bursts of laughter due to sheer excitement.
To my surprise, I was rewarded with a 10 rupee! much more than I ever expected! 'Thank you papa!' I yelled!
It might have not been little then,but the purity in simplicity and happiness in little things we do or achieve with simplicity adorning our live styles is what is important.
The veracity of our bygone age can never come back but its memories are refreshed to strengthen and swell with the everlasting memoirs in our treasury, refreshing the moments that we live in.