The Tale Spinner 

I always believed in fairy tales, from my childhood they fascinated me, those mystical lands of Prince and Princess, Kings, and Queens, Demons, and Devils, Witches, and Wizards, of Palaces and Caves, of Unicorns and Centaurs, of Spells and Potions, of Curses and Charms and I was lost in them for as long as my father could manage to stretch the stories, and then I would whine and sulk that it wasn’t long enough, and he would kiss me as he made me sit in his lap and promise me an even better story tomorrow and I would go to sleep with that promise hanging in the air, already eager for the next night. The next evening as he would come home from the office I eagerly would wait for him at the door, reminding him that he needs to recite the longest story tonight and he would smile and nod hugging me despite his tiredness and weariness. I could hardly contain my excitement as he washed and changed, finished dinner, spent some time with grandparents all the while holding my palm in his hand like a constant reassurance that said “soon”, and then he would pick me up in his arms and retire to our room(me, my mother and him had one room to ourselves as we lived in joint family), there he would help me get settled for the night, lovingly containing my excitement with his words, making me realise that we should finish all our nightly routine so no one disturbs us during story time and my eyes would grow a little wider with that pre-event buzz. He would tuck me in my cot and lie next to me on his side of the bed as my mother finished the remaining chores in kitchen and finally, he would ask ” so what kinda story shall I tell my doll today ?”, I would turn to him with enthusiasm only to find him drowsy, about to fall asleep, then tickle him, till I see him shake off the sleep, wanting his complete focus and unwavering attention. He would pretend that he was just acting to fall asleep and I would start giving preferences “Papa I want one where there are animals and a princess and a ghost”, and look at his face eagerly for him to begin, and then he would say “my hand I can tell you one magnificent tale of a lion, a princess like you and a poor carpenter”, cleverly deterring me from the demand of a ghost story as he knew that I wouldn’t sleep out of fear then. I would nod vigorously just wanting it to begin, and he would always start with “once upon a time”, and trust me, it became my favourite quote.
soosh-walpaperHe would meticulously weave his story through all the elements and characters, spinning a thrilling tale for me on the spot, he would decorate it with sound effects of animals, horse hooves, arrows flying and drums beating, he would change his voice and tone for each character, turning it animated for animal characters, making me jump and squeal and laugh with each twist and turn. Somewhere during the story, I would leave my cot and scoot on his side clinging to him as I wrapped my small arms around his belly, thinking I have secured the most unique seat and he would tap my back in that rhythmic pace. I would hide my face in his chest when he told how the lion attacked the princess and would kiss him in between when he said how the carpenter came to her rescue and my breathing would get shallow when the King decides to execute the carpenter for touching the princess, I would change postures in elation as the adventure progressed losing myself in his voice as he traveled with me through that magical world and would stop breathing when the princess marries the carpenter to save him from King and clap like the most attentive and satisfied audience when he ended it with “and they lived happily ever after”, never once he ended them sadly, making his girl happy, keeping her safe from the harsh realities. My mother would settle with us by then, and she would look at my father with the hope of exchanging a few words with him, but he would be softly snoring by then, and I would place a finger on my lips ” Sssshhhh, Papa has fallen asleep, I helped him tell a very nice story”, my mother would give me a warm and sad little smile and place a finger on her own lips in agreement, and we all would switch off lights and close our eyes. The only thing I could think of was how nice a tale, what wise princess, what courageous Carpenter, what a fierce lion, while my mother would be gazing silently at my father’s sleeping form with contentment. The thought that the story was told to make me sleep, so that my father could have a few words of affection with my mother never crossed my mind, I was gleeful that I am still up while he slept, it never occurred to me that my mother was a very vital part of my father’s life, that she yearned for a little time with him, for me he was all mine, my property.
daddybond.jpgAs I grew up my love for stories kept growing, and I graduated from papa’s fairytale to short stories, books, novels, epics, and then came a day when my storyteller left this world forever! And now, I want to write a story, I want to be a tale spinner, you know why? Because I know that my love for stories was not because I loved to read, but because he loved to tell them, now I know that I was his only audience, and he charmed me each night, just for love I showered on him. The magic was in the man and not the tales, in his unconditional love, and I often crave for one more story. Now it’s my turn to be showered with love. Today I wanna be a storyteller, today I want to return some of what I got, today I want to honour my father’s memory, today I have decided I will spin some tales of my own as I was nurtured with the fables of a Tale Spinner!

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98 thoughts on “The Tale Spinner 

  1. Amazing write up and the thought to honour your father’s memory, to amaze people like me with your stories, to charm us is too good and pure. Your words made me imagine many of my life’s such situations, tales i heard from grand father, my uncle and in school, the moral stories that they told hoping that those stories will shape me into a better individual. Like many kids, stories formed a part of my childhood too and so i will keep visiting this page to read more and to rekindle my childhood memories. Good luck and keep spinning tales and do wonders with your words..

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    1. Thank you my dear for such a heartfelt compliment. When you are charmed, I am charmed, I am glad that I could share this fond childhood memory with you and feeling happy that my write-up could take you back to your food memories. I hope I am able to live up to your expectations and give you enough reasons to revisit my blog. Thank you once again for an inspiring feedback.

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    1. Thank You so much Mr Peach, it was written as a tribute, and as a good luck charm too, anything he started for me, did well. 😊 His stories are my most fond memory, they are indeed my inheritance and my most prized possession. Thank You once again for liking, commenting and following 🙏

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  2. This is absolutely beautiful. Your father seemed like a beautiful man, and from reading your writing it’s obvious you carry his light along with you. He would be so proud. Thank you for sharing. best, lena.

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    1. Yes Lena, he was a man of generosity and courage, all his life he fought valiantly, never faltering, though I am just his shadow. Yet, I am trying to introduce all of you to him through this feeble attempt of mine. Thank you liking and commenting my dear, glad that you found it beautiful. 😊🙏

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    1. Thank You dear, it makes me happy to know that you found it beautiful. He was a wonderful man in every sense, wonderful father, son, husband, human and Tale Spinner. I am lucky to have him as my guardian angel. 😊🙏

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    1. Thank You 😊 Yes, it is a tribute to him, the least I can do, he has done much more for me. It’s highly satisfying to get such awesome feedback, it sure encourages to write more. Will try not to disappoint you, thank you once again. 🙏

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    1. You are welcome my dear 😊 And Thank You for making this beautiful comment. No, the illustrations are not by me, they are by an artist who likes to call himself Soosh. Chose it for its innocent genius. 🙏

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    1. Thank You my dear. Nothing feels better when your reader says “felt I was there” 😊 You made my day. Childhood is such magical time, we can be anybody, from astronauts to ice cream vendor. He was my talespinner, always taking me to wonderland.

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    1. You’re unique my dear, and so in your comment. Thank you for connecting with my post. I know in my heart that he is proud, he was always proud of me. Yes, I was blessed, no , let me correct it. Yes, I am blessed to have him as my father. He will be loved always. 😊🙏

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  3. Your story brought tears to my eyes. What a special Dad you had! What love he showed even though dropping with exhaustion. I just caught you over at Petals (my blog) and intrigued came over here. I am so interested in hearing your stories I am following you. You have soul when you write and I can feel the emotion, straight from your heart. Amazing gift. I hope to get to know both you and your work more in the near future. (((HUGS)) Amy ❤

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    1. Thank you so much Amy, such comments bring a smile to the lips and a war,th to the heart. There is so much peace in knowing that your emotions were felt in another heart and so much contentment in bringing something good to them. 😊 Your comment is no less than a rose and your words no less than petals. 🌹 I too hope to know you better, will be visiting Petals, and reading your work. A warm hug for you 🙏

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    1. Thank You dear. 😊 Glad you liked my blog, do visit me again. I too shall be paying you a visit. Every blogger is a candle, spreading warmth and light, inspiring others as well. 🙏🕯

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  4. Your site is colorful, you are colorful, and I am sure your father was colorful, too. What a beautiful story to honor your father. Thank you for your eloquent writing and thank you for following my humble site!!!

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    1. Thank you o much for that colourful comment my dear. 🎨 My father was a man of many shades to him. Perfect in every role he played, be it a father, a son, a bro, a boss or a devotee. I believe we humans have a colourful aura, his was green. I feel yours is Lilac, my fav. You’re most welcome. 😊🙏

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  5. Sakhi It makes me remember of two fathers, one my father and another me as the father.
    The images of the fat, superman figure is amazing, as it depicts, predicts and implies of one’s memory and feeling of what a father figure is, that’s fantastic!
    The storytelling was done by my mother to us. She used to tell them in such a way as if a movie is running in front of us.
    Me as a father, I used to tell them to my children while going to bed, and they used to listen to them as I like you. My stories were so many in a night, as we used to and that which you know; we were all in sleepy moods. My story would start from one thing or character to another and end up being another linking one to the other, slowly, slowly whispering and at last going to sleep. In total my Tale Spinning would be very interesting and would make all go into deep sleep.
    Spin your Tales Dear…..
    I have done one post on my father, in which you shall find the joint family story how I have been born and brought. Hope it shall inspire you.:
    https://theshivasponder.wordpress.com/2015/10/05/i-know-you-are-the-soul-but/

    By this post of yours I can understand how much you love your Dad.
    Love to You,
    Shiva

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    1. Glad to know that this post made you think of the two most important people in your life, your father and your son. The bonds between a father and son are so special. They talk man to man, sometimes like rivals and sometimes like best friends. Very pleased that you liked the pictures my dear, to me he was my superhero. He definitely acted to be one just to see me laugh. 😊 The stories mums tell are so full of love and compassion. I am sure your son enjoys that nightly routine with you. Such a satisfaction it is to see the lil ones doze off listening to fabled tales spun by us. I will surely be visiting this post you tagged for me, thank you for sharing it here. Yes I loved my father so much, his loss was the loss of childhood, the loss of endless pampering and loving. I can’t explain words how deep my loss is. But I did a mistake by mourning him for a very long time as he was one who could not see a single tear in my eyes. I wonder how helpless his soul must have felt to see me cry rivers. Thank you so much dear for such a beautiful comment. You in every sense are a very good person, not everyone will take time to read my recommendation and leave such awesome comments. They truly are the jewels in my crown. Please do visit again. 😊🙏👍🏻👌🏻✌🏻️☕️🌹🕯

      Warm regards
      Sakhi

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      1. My Dear Sakhi !!!
        I opened my smartphone to read your this comment this morning while I was sitting beside my mother and feeding her some apple slices.
        Oh! My Sakhi you made my eyes wet and tears rolled out. Actually the second father is me and the stories I used to tell my daughters you see.
        Anyways I could know how much you loved your father. I am sure our ties shall be strong as many wavelengths match. I shall definitely keep visiting you. I shall send some emojis through my smartphone. They mean a lot.
        Thanks for the praise and expect more jewels in the times to come.
        Love to You,
        Shiva
        :-))

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    1. Yes, it is a small tribute from me to him, hope I made him proud of me. 😊 I miss him so much but then at times I see shades of him in myself. He took a part of me, he left a part of him. He will always stay in my heart and my memories. He will continue to be my inspiration. Thank you so much dear for taking time to read and comment. Do visit again. 😊🙏🌹

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  6. Hi! I could have sworn I’ve been to your blog before but after
    going through many of the posts I realized it’s
    new to me. Anyways, I’m certainly delighted I discovered it
    and I’ll be bookmarking it and checking back regularly!

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  7. Firstly, thank you for the follow. Had you not followed me, I would not have checked out your blog, and I am so glad I did! Your father was an amazing story teller… and his legacy continues in you. 🙂
    Your story touched me right in the heart, and a pang of emotions shot through; I was speechless, and fell short of words. You are an amazing tale spinner; hope to be able to write like you some day! all the very best 🙂

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  8. Beautifully written. Your father must have been the most amazing man and your mother very special, loving and patient, allowing you so much time with him. Thank you for visiting and following my blog; I will be back to read more.

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  9. Hmm it looks like your blog ate my first comment (it was super long) so I guess I’ll just sum it up what I had written and say, I’m thoroughly enjoying your blog. I as well am an aspiring blog blogger but I’m still new to everything. Do you have any tips for first-time blog writers? I’d definitely appreciate it.

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