True love

During my piano recital, I was on a stage and I was scared. I looked at all the people watching me and saw my daddy waving and smiling. He was the only one doing that. I wasn't scared anymore.
This is how an eight-year-old defined love on a website I happened to surf. For some it may mean nothing, and for some it may be the defining thing. Reading this brought a smile to my face. Reason: Obviously the fact that I had one such experience this morning. On the face of it, I have really been trying to put up a brave front. I have been evading the topic (the rejection baba) carefully. But somewhere this morning, I gave in. I just went close to my dad, hugged him and said I got rejected. That was that. I couldn’t speak a word beyond this. And my dad’s reaction was almost spontaneous. He said, “Huh, they can’t decide whether you are good or no. Besides, there is a right time and things will only happen. So, don’t hurry into things.”
These few lines uttered by him. Not really thought over. Something which came straight from the heart and reached the heart. It gave me the confidence. Made me happy that he believes in me. And also brought over a surreal calm. Something that I was craving for very long. His words made a lot of difference in the truest sense of the word. May be that is what the girl described as true love.

Manjiri