THE ACHIEVERS_Celebrity Club Of India

Article by Dr Harvinder Mankkar  A father hears everything. He sees everything. He feels everything. Every cry of his child pierces his heart. Every tear his child sheds wounds his soul. Every pain his child goes through becomes a battle he fights within himself. Yet, he stands there silently. Not because he doesn’t care. Not because his heart doesn’t hurt. But because he knows that sometimes, his children need his strength more than they need to see his pain. A mother may cry when her child suffers, and the world sees her tears. But a father’s tears often fall behind closed doors, in the darkness of a sleepless night, when there is no one around to ask him, “Are you okay, Papa?” Because everyone asks a father to be strong, but hardly anyone asks him how much strength it takes to keep standing when his own heart is breaking. Do you know what hurts a father the most? It is not his own suffering. It is watching his child suffer and feeling helpless. It is hearing pain i...

 

 

I have always loved childhood. Perhaps there is still a little girl living somewhere inside me, a girl who finds happiness in the laughter of children, feels a deep affection for animals and smiles at the sight of a little paper boat floating in rainwater. As a woman, I have experienced how life gradually changes us. Responsibilities make us stronger, experiences make us wiser, and circumstances sometimes teach us to hide our emotions behind a composed face. Yet, despite everything life has taught me, I have never wanted to lose the innocence that makes childhood so beautiful. I love watching children play. Their laughter is spontaneous, their imagination limitless, and their happiness wonderfully uncomplicated. They can turn an ordinary afternoon into an adventure and transform the simplest things into treasures. Even today, the sight of children making paper boats on a rainy day fills my heart with a special kind of happiness. I remember how a simple sheet of paper, carefully fol...