I always wanted respect.
More than others, from my father.
His love for me never let him give me independence and my dependence never let me give him love.
It took a while to understand and frame the sentence above.
During which I have always found reason to blame him for doing and not doing things.
I should have known that even he was learning.
That things subtly said could settle every problem.
But then he wouldn’t accept mistakes because he calls himself an adult.
And me, a child, who is out spoken.
Then we fight again.
Ashish Mathew Mammen writes on Indian Review | The Literature and Arts Magazine from India.