The days rolled along. His baby girl grew faster than he expected, and she started speaking. “Kuthu Kuthu” (Hit Hit), she said to him. He assumed that his baby likes to hit him, so he grabbed her hands and started hitting his cheeks, and this continued forever. She either pulled his beard or said those words whenever possible.
She grew faster. Just a day before her sixteenth birthday, she wrote,
I am turning sixteen tomorrow. I have a long list of wishes this time too. Hope it will come true soon.
• I know papa likes his very long beard a lot. But I hate that unclean stubble. I have said this to papa many times during my kindergarten days, but he did not understand. After realising that he likes his beard a lot, I stopped saying it, as he is the sweetest dad in the world. I wish, at least for this birthday, he should get a clean-shaven look.“
She listed sixteen wishes in her diary before she fell asleep.
In the morning:
“Happy Birthday Sweetie…”
“Oh my daddy, you look so smart today,” she exclaims. He smiles, that at least, after sixteen years, he could realise the reason for pulling his beard.