A Milk Tooth

A guy seated on the windowsill, foot dangling right outside the window of the room. A mug of coffee lied beside him; without a blink of eyes he was staring at the sea; perhaps he was moping about unrequited love. A knock on the door broke his silence. He turned back and eyes met with his 14 years old son, smiled surged through their faces. After getting consideration from his father’s eyes he stepped forward and reached near him. Boy’s one hand resting on the window pan other scratching the wall-pant, father noticed uneasiness of his son and picked him up with his arms and settled him down on his lap. Now both were staring the sea with nothing between them and the sea, perhaps it would appear so close that they could reach out and touch it. They watched a bunch of kids at the other end of the sea trying to hit each other with a tennis ball, shouting cheerfully. As elderly man under a tree cautiously exercised, stretching his arms. Two women, combing gossip and evening walk, strolled the periphery.

“Son, I have been noticing you for the last couple of days that you r not behaving in right way. Neither eating food nor getting sleep properly. Is there anything is running in your mind which is disturbing you? Feel free talk to your dad” Father said, his furrowed eyes clearly showed that how much he was worried for his son.

His son swirled his neck gazed in his father’s eyes and stared back the sea. He didn’t want to talk as he was totally, engulfed in his thought. His father pushed the conversation and said, “You know son when I was in your age I had also faced so many problems and kept quit like you, reason was no one beside me with whom I talk freely” picked up the coffee mug and guzzled some coffee from it and put it back where it was earlier.

After a minute Son broke his silence and spoke, “Dad, her name is Gauri. She is in my class. I started to like her the very first day she appears in school. I fall in love with her when I shook hand with her first time. Her touch created magic in me. I felt different whenever she was around me. When I went to tell her about what I feel in her presence, she broke the news that she is leaving the city just because his father got transferred” the droplet of water in the corner of his eyes clearly mentioned that how much he was feeling sad.

With cracking sound son said it again, “Why is she leaving me dad?”

DAD was looking outside silently. Embarrassed, he dismissed the conversation. After a while he caressed his son’s shoulders with both his hands and planted a kiss on the back of his head. He turned him around and looked straight in his eyes and hugged him tightly, patted his back without saying a word. A silence filled the room. He moved forward to bed and settled him down on it “wait I’m coming”, said and leaving him behind with watery eyes and left the room.

When he came back he noticed tears were rolling down from his son’s eyes leaving his collar wet. He sat beside his Son and showed closed hand to his Son and asked him, “Son, do you know what is in it”. The boy cleared his eyes with both his hand and nodded his neck as disapproval. He opened his hand slowly and asked him again, “Hope now you would able to tell me what is it”. This time confidence lit his eyes and he recognized what it is and then pronounced loudly” Hey dad, it’s my tooth, which fell down few months ago, my milk-tooth”.

“Yes” father smiled. “Now, listen son, when it fall it hurts you badly, filled your mouth with blood that time, you couldn’t able to stop your tongue to reach that corner again and again. N times in a day you went to take a look in the mirror that missing place had been started to fill with new one or not and when you found nothing you felt sad” Father took a pause and looked at his son to confirm that he would able to grasp all the words that he was telling. After receiving a satisfactory look from his son he spoke again, “And I remembered how much you were happy when you came to me and broke the news of new-tooth had finally rose in your mouth”.

With perplexed expression Son looked at his father and said “Yes, Dad I remembered but why are telling me all these things”

Father smiled and said, “First love is like a milk-tooth. When it broke it hurt badly, bleeds badly, disturb you badly. You can’t stop yourself to think over it again and again. But remember, this pain is momentary. One day it will be filled by True love and mesmerized your soul and Let you be only with memorizes of first love. But for that you have to wait. Hope for the best.”

After a moment, smile took charge on son’s lips and he replied, “I LOVE U DAD.”

Father smiled, took him in his arms and hugged him affectionately and then picked him up and went downstairs as dinner was ready and both of them feeling very hungry.

Writer – Bharat Chugh

Bharat Chugh is a colleague of mine, an enthusiast book lover, have passion for Photography and a complete movie freak.

Image Source – Dudemeetsdad.com


30 Comments (+add yours?)

    Jan 06, 2012 @ 10:27:52

    lovely post 🙂
    SNap matches your words !


  2. Angelia Sims
    Jan 06, 2012 @ 11:32:02

    What a sweet story. Loved it!


  3. Priya
    Jan 06, 2012 @ 12:00:22

    Sweet. Do give Bharat my compliments!

    It is good of you to publish your friend’s story here, ID.


  4. Amanda
    Jan 06, 2012 @ 14:41:39

    I like the moral of the story, but I don’t understand the full story yet.


  5. Pranav
    Jan 06, 2012 @ 16:03:46

    it was a gr8 story…luved it!!! 🙂


  6. keerthana
    Jan 06, 2012 @ 16:54:03

    Nice nice story 🙂


  7. shamasheikh
    Jan 06, 2012 @ 20:55:43

    Thank you for visiting my blog which helped me find yours…truly inspirational!
    Look forward to reading more…


  8. dearrosie
    Jan 06, 2012 @ 22:56:53

    What a lovely story about first love. My complements to the author.


  9. lorrelee1970
    Jan 07, 2012 @ 00:29:39

    Enjoyed reading this story.


  10. learningandgrowing02
    Jan 07, 2012 @ 02:06:12

    good story! 🙂


  11. Judy
    Jan 07, 2012 @ 04:42:24

    great story…..I was totally absorbed! Love it! 😉


  12. souldipper
    Jan 07, 2012 @ 08:42:34

    The story is very inspiring, indeed, but I’m also inspired by this blog. Imagine a brother and sister working so well together with such a lofty goal. I have every confidence you are well on your way to achieving your goal!


  13. writingfeemail
    Jan 08, 2012 @ 11:30:16

    Your blog is inspiring indeed. Nice read.


  14. The Hook
    Jan 08, 2012 @ 18:44:35

    Beautiful post! I wish I had that kind of a relationship with my own father.


  15. happykidshappymom
    Jan 10, 2012 @ 01:39:26

    What a nice story — an allegory, really. The only part I questioned, as a reader, was that the son was 14. Did I read it wrong? With the father picking him up, settling him on his lap — 14 seemed too old.

    It’s difficult to leave a question in a blog comment form — as I don’t want to criticize! But I do hope to understand the story better. The rest of it was very well done, and I enjoyed the analogy of lost love and lost teeth. Great story!


  16. Bharat Chugh
    Jan 10, 2012 @ 13:55:57

    Happykidshappymom – Thanks for asking the qus. Yes, true I typed wrong.. Actually a thought popped up in my mind while observing the milk tooth. so i thought to portrait in a story. Thanks for the comments, next time i will keep these kind of things in mind. Will surly would come back to you with New Story… 🙂

    Thanks u all for liking this story..


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