11 Beautiful Things Amitabh Bachchan's Daughter Wrote To Him On Father's Day
"You have the largest heart, softest hands and warmest hug in the world."
Shweta Bachchan Nanda, Amitabh Bachchan's daughter, wrote a beautiful open letter to her beloved dad for Father's Day.
I am so glad you made it to the hospital, in the nick of time, when I was being born, as it is only befitting that you would be one of the first people to hold me.
Those letters you would write me from your outdoor shoots in exotic places, and mama would read out, they sparked a lifelong love for history and travel.
Thank you for letting the nanny off on the weekends so you could bathe, change and feed me yourself.
You have no idea how safe I felt being carried in your arms, so high off the ground, when I came across a particularly nasty cockroach. Or later in life when nasty things weren't of the four-legged variety only.
I was always relieved to have you on the dining table so we could be fussy eaters and vegetarians to boot, together.
You have the largest heart, softest hands and warmest hug in the world.
I am delighted to have inherited your nose and long limbs. Yes, it was awkward being the tallest girl in class and I got teased mercilessly but I have never had to contort my feet into 7inch heels and I only have you to thank.
You taught me that if you have been honest, yet the world claims otherwise, do what it takes to restore your good name. Nothing is more important."
When I potter around your office and come across scribbled notes from my children framed on the walls I am reminded that the little things are the only things in life worth holding on to.
Sitting in your room for hours on end while you played the piano or later driving around town listening to CD's you had collected from around the world trained my ear to listen to and appreciate all kinds of music, and music has been my friend ever since.
I end this here, because I will need to save some things for next year and the year after that, or for our book, if and when we sit down to pen your memoirs.
These were excerpted from Shweta Bachchan Nanda's column in dna