Ek chhoti bacchi apne Papa ke saath ja rahi thi.
1 Pul par Paani bahut tezi se bah raha tha.
Papa : Beta daro mat,
Mera haath pakad lo.
Bacchi : Nahi Papa Aap Mera haath pakad lo.
Papa (Muskura kar bole) :
Dono me kya Antar hai?
Bacchi : Agar main Aapka haath pakdu aur achanak kuch ho jaaye to shayad,
Me Aapka haath chhod du.
LEKIN agar Aap Mera haath pakdenge to,
Main janti hu ke chahe kuch bhi ho jaaye.
“AAP MERA HAATH KABHI NAHI CHHODENGE”
“Aaj bhi Bacche haath chhod dete hai,
Luv Ur Parents..
Dedicated to our “PARENT’S”.
It is much easier to become a father than to be one.
It doesn't matter who my father was; it matters who I remember he was.
My father was very intense, passionate and over-the-top. He was my hero and my tyrant.
The purpose of my life is being a father to my kids and being a husband to my wife.
I wanted to grow up to be just like my father.
I could never have a better teacher in those days than my father.
Whenever I fail as a father or husband... a toy and a diamond always works.
My father was my teacher. But most importantly he was a great dad.
You know, we travelled a lot when I was a kid because my father was wherever the work was.
My father used to play with my brother and me in the yard. Mother would come out and say, ""You're tearing up the grass."" ""We're not raising grass,"" Dad would reply. ""We're raising boys.""
Love and fear. Everything the father of a family says must inspire one or the other.
One father is more than a hundred Schoolmasters.
Blessed indeed is the man who hears many gentle voices call him father!
Any man can be a father. It takes someone special to be a dad.