Daddy, music and sleep

The little girl waited on the doorstep

A mere kid of two

Her mother cooking inside,

Awaiting daddy's arrival..

First came the buzz

Of his white scooter

When the familiar double horn

Then came into sight

His yellow engineer's helmet

Then the watchman moved

And opened the gate..

In came daddy, and she yelled,

"Mommy, Daddy's home!"

His tired shoulders

Suddenly rejuvenated,

He picked her joyfully and

Whirled into the sky..

Mother at doorstep smiled,

At this daily evening ritual..

Dinner would follow now

And then a story 

To their little one..

Each night
The little girl's ears would 

Hurt due to some problem

And she wasn't ever able to sleep..

Daddy's strong arms carried her,

Trying to let the wind soothe her,

The chirpy night to distract her..

But the ears hurt bad,

And she'd cry all night..

Finally he'd turn to his last resort

Taking out a cassette

Turning on the calm music

Patting his dear child

Watching his baby

Slowly fall asleep..

Twenty years later

And distant miles apart,

Cassettes have long gone

And world has changed

The girl still couldn't sleep every night

And she searched that music

In every nook and corner

She upturned shelves

And exhausted youtube

Google disappointed her as well

And on an anonymous day,

She found it one afternoon..

Her joy knowing no bounds,

She waited for the night to come..

For the reunion of twenty years..

That night, she closed her eyes

And plugged in her earphones..

The moment it started,

Her soul seemed rested..

With satisfaction..

Teared welled up in her eyes,

As she transformed back 

Into the little girl,

Whose daddy was patting her off to sleep..

That night she slept,

Even before the music was over..