A true effortless relationship

Little fingers, small palm
little pony and little back-pack 
White dress, blue belt, black shoes. 
Everything has become a phase of time,
I am a grown up adult now
Forgotten everything about my childhood 
But stuck at a point I revisit in the morning every day
when I look at this small girl 

Small feet with tidy shoes on, walks out of the house,
Dressed in white, blue belt,  and yeah, a little back-pack. 
Calls her dad to drop her school and here comes a man with specs, wearing a polo shirt and track pants, holds her hand and walks with her till a point where comes the school van. 

It's not just a walk, 
It's a moment of emotion,
A moment where she could spit everything and he patiently hears it all.
A moment of love, a relationship which wasn't hazy. 

5 days of the week, I look at them, smile and leave for my work. 
Every Saturday I imagine how their life would be: 
The little one wakes up and find her father next to her bed, 
He holds her in arm and kisses on the forehead,
He readies her up and gives all that his princess wants for breakfast- 
Fruits or oats or chocolates 
He never minded.
Talking about the guy his angel hates in her class 
She would have been slurping the milk glass her mommy forces on her,
He while reading the newspaper, checks on her and her milk glass. 

And rest two days of the week, 
She forces her father to take her to the park in front,
to try new slides and few other rides,
He helps her climb 
He pushes 
He helps her fly 
And his daughter laughs because of the tickle in her tummy.
She is careless about being hurt 
and he is careful because he can't see her hurt
a relationship beyond words 
beyond just a bond
a relationship which is effortless, 
They, in front of my eyes, prove
a father's best girl friend is his daughter 
and a girls best friend is her father 
A relationship which can never go hazy 
till end of a life.
I imagine this to be a life for every daughter 
and every father who wants her daughter to grow up as a princess and live as a queen.

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