A Daughter’S Diary

By Shreya Naval Gour

The book A Daughters Diary expresses the beautiful emotional bond of a sweet father-daughter relationship. Dr.Sia Singh, the daughter was fortunate to spend special moments with an extraordinary person in her life, her father-Late Dr. Naveen Singh. She narrates that how her fathers ideals have influenced her and how he inculcated his values in her. No matter how hard the time may be or how worse the situation is, his teachings have guided her to be a better person. She being a different individual was loved to be called a carbon copy of her father. Being the apple of her fathers eye, she was forever very precious for him.
Sias life had lots of twists and turns, out of them few being good and few being not so good. But in total these experiences have made her grow as a person and become a responsible individual.
She was fortunate to be brought up with love and care of her family. But as they say, sometimes it takes sadness to know happiness, noise to appreciate silence and absence to value presence.
One never realizes that small gestures, small talks in our daily routine can become a memory in future. The memories which one would like to re-live each time, just to relish that happiness once again and get relief from the pain.
Sia lost the most important person from her life and here she shares her memories to express her love and respect for her dad. Its her tribute to her father for being the greatest dad in the world.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Partridge Publishing India
• Release date: Nov 6, 2015
• ISBN: 9781482858693

Shreya Naval Gour

Shreya Naval Gour, is a professional Dental surgeon, who’s worked with RKDF dental College as a tutor, Mount Litera Zee High (Asia Pacific International) School as Health consultant and science tutor, Jeevan amrit polyclinic as a Dental consultant and LBS Hospital at Bhopal. She is a good student from St.Joseph Convent School and People’s Dental academy. She is currently a Dental Consultant at a renowned L.B.S. Hospital, Bhopal for past three years. Apart from being good in academics she has also won various awards and certificates for writing poems in English and Hindi language, at scholastic level. She is also awarded “Dental genius award” in 2010 during her graduation, simultaneously participating in various national seminars and conferences. She organized a Free Dental check-up, for Fitness Summer Camp, conducted by Navduniya Press in Ekant Park, Bhopal, on May 2011, health check-up camp for 500 students of Fr. Angel School, Berasia, alongwith JUMP society (NGO), on Aug 2012 and a health check-up camp for 500 students of Asia Pacific International School, Bhopal on Jan 2013. Apart from academics, she has worked with Smriti films in promotional campaigning for polio vaccines, done anchoring for “Olympics 2012” event, organized by Navduniya press in Bhopal and also participated in Car rally for “girl child education fund” held on 16/03/2014 at Bhopal, organized by Association of Ex-Convent students. She is born in Bhopal and completed her schooling and graduation from the same city, and is residing at Charimli, Bhopal with family of three members-her, her mother and one sister. Her interests have varied from writing poetries, painting, dancing, to practicing her profession passionately. This book “A Daughter’s Diary”, being her first book in non-fiction genre, is written with immense emotions and feelings. The synopsis gives you a brief about the book. She can be contacted on mobile number 08085520937, mailed on email id [e-mail], and her residence being F-5/32, Charimli, Bhopal.

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The hike and episodes

The Beginning- My Most Memorable Childhood Days

A Sweet Relation: Father-Daughter Bonding

My First Interview- My Papa’s Exam

My Bestie- My Soul Sister

The Sweetest Part Of My Life- My Sister

My Unexplored Hidden Talent

My Papa- My Hero, My Family- My Strength

My Father’s Dream- My Journey to becoming a Doctor

Search for a Suite, Approval and Engagement

The Start of New Journey- My Marriage

The Welcome

My New Home

My Holiday with My Husband

Back To My First Love- My Papa

The Bye Turning To the Final Good Bye

Misunderstandings Getting Worse

My Papa’s Last Fight and His Last Journey

Difficult Times – The Hope and the Wait

The not—so valued relationship

Difficult Time(2)- The Legal Issue

Living My Dad’s Another Dream

Missed Forever

Dear Readers,

I dedicate this book to the daughter’s who has always been their father’s princess and their mother’s pride.

I dedicate this book to the most special bond between the father and the daughter.

Mostly I dedicate this book to My Papa- Late Dr.NAVAL KISHORE GOUR for being the World’s greatest father.

Love you papa … you will always be loved and missed.

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Thank you

A big thanks to my mummy Mrs. VANDANA GOUR, my sweet sister Ms. SONAL GOUR, my bestie Ms. PARUL , my relatives and friends whose constant love and support encouraged me and had been a major strength in my life.

Thanks to all my school and college teachers and principal for making me a better person.

Thanks to every other person who made my life tough and helped me becoming a strong person.

God bless you all…

Prologue

One day when I was sitting quietly in my room, pondering over the day, my thoughts drifted to the time when I was a kid. Those memories came like a picture in front of my eyes and I was in the flashback.

The laughs and the smiles slowly turned into sorrows and the cries.

My heart felt that pain and I cried for my father’s love once again. That was the time I thought, I owe something to my father, and I need to return it back.

Dear Papa, though your presence is not there in this world physically, but your words, and your love will always be there with me.

Me, Mum, and your little angel will Miss you always.

Love you papa…

Yours SIA

The Beginning- My Most Memorable Childhood Days

Every child is unique and is loved by their parents. But every daughter is definitely the princess for the father, the apple of his eyes, the pride in his life, the angel of his dreams and the most precious gift in his life.

And so was I, for my father. I had always been important for my father, his priority in life and was the world to him. He meant the same to me always, still means the same and will always be.

Papa’s love for his daughter started with the dream of me coming to this world!!!! The episode of my birth was narrated to me by my father. And every single time he would tell this to me, he wanted me to be a child again.

Papa was always excited every time to tell the story as if my rebirth was to take place in his words. The birth of his loved baby Tukur, the nickname that too had a story to be narrated later though, was his favorite tale he could narrate again and again.

It was the time when I was born with at least 20 doctors in the operation theatre of City Hospital, on July 20, and an ambulance ready in case of any emergency, with an impatient father waiting outside the O.T. The clock ticked 12:22 AM and I cried for the first time as I opened my eyes and came in this world. My Papa was the happiest father on the earth that day and so was my mummy happy too. They were happy to see the little princess of their life. Though I suffered from pneumonia and was kept in incubator after birth but everything was fine within few hours.

The celebrations began there and then with good wishes from everyone around and distribution of sweet boondi ke ladoos to everyone.

But, but, but, unlike the typical Indian families with some typical narrow-minded relatives, few of them from my family were happy from outside as they were showing on their faces but from within they expected my mum to have a baby boy.

That was the first time my father said Mere liye ladke aur ladki mei koi farak nahi. Ab yehi meri beti hai aur yehi mera beta bhi hai (I don’t differentiate between boy and girl. And from now on she is my daughter and my son too).

Thereafter listening to my father’s words hopefully my relatives would have changed their thoughts about baby girl being born and accepts girl and boy equally. From there on I was the little Twinkie for my father and from then onwards fulfilling all my wishes was his priority. He never made us realize at any moment that he wanted boy, for he was extremely delighted to have me as his daughter.

Being the youngest member in my family that time, I was fortunate to recieve love and care from my relatives, cousins and neighbors too. There began the memory trail of many good and few not so good moments of my life.

Mummy told me that whenever we visited my relative’s place, my cousins would bunk their schools to play with me. They have had fights with each other to cuddle me. I was blessed to have so much of love and care around me. And for papa, I was the world to him. He could do anything to fulfill my tiny-mini wishes to the grandest ones, I ever thought of.

He would then not care for how will he manage his accounts. I had the bestest of dresses and shoes in my family. Mummy told me that papa bought champ company shoes of Rs. 400 for me at the time when his salary was Rs.500 itself. And seeing all this my uncle said itna kharcha mat karo ladki par, sambhal kar rakho shaadi mei kaam ayega (don’t spend so much on her, keep savings for her marriage later). And papa would say shaadi to ho jayegi, mei to apni beti ko khub padhaonga (Marriage will happen but I will educate her first).

Gradually as time passed by I was 1 year old, and my first birthday party was to be celebrated. Papa being friendly with everyone around, a small celebration eventually turned into a grand one with more than 500 guests attending the party at the venue community hall. The guest list actually exceeded the actual list prepared for the party. The party had everything- overflowing guests, bestest of the foods, nice arrangements, party ambiance, two orchestra groups (uncalled or uninvited) fighting for their performance and the best host ever My Father.

The best part was that papa did not know how he will pay the bills of these extended arrangements. But Papa didn’t complain and not even once was he tensed about the situation. He was indeed a happy soul and knew how to manage things while keeping people around him happy. It’s true that nice things happen to nice people (mostly!!!!). The payments were made by the amount Papa had kept for the party and few from the money I got at my birthday (with a little savings too). Thus at the end it was a very Happy Birthday.

As a tender sapling grows into a plant with right amount of water and soil, so was I growing with the care of my mother and my father, and the values of life that they were teaching me. Like a gardener always dreams of the seed he sowed will turn into a beautiful flower, and will spread its wonderful fragrance to the world, so was my father hoping me to be a wonderful person. Papa too had many dreams for me starting from me going to the best convent school then a graduation from a good medical college and then settling down in a decent family. Yeah!! Yeah!! Marriage. Sometimes I feel like marriage is a national issue for girls and more than the parents, the relatives and the world are eager to know about it as soon as the girl graduates. Ohk but marriage was too far on cards and I was to begin my beautiful journey with beautiful people around me, My parents.

A Sweet Relation: Father-Daughter Bonding

There are infinite stories of me and my father’s bonding that it becomes difficult where to start…

I still remember the first word I spoke, it was not papa, it wasn’t mummy either, but it was red maruti. Each morning when papa would carry me in his arms and would teach about colours, I would see a red maruti parked there right in front of balcony of my house. I was so very fascinated with the red car that it was the first word I spoke. And that reminds me my nickname TUKUR.

When I was few months old I would stare at the fan and would then doze off to sleep. Seeing this habit of mine my name tukur was kept by my father, which meant staring at a thing constantly. Then Papa narrated about his visit to Mumbai once, where he saw this name SIA. Papa liked the name so much that he thought, if ever he would have a daughter, he would name her SIA and so was my name story.

Papa being a doctor, served at various hospitals in city, be it Red Cross hospital, Police hospital, Govt. hospital and so on. Everyone loved him at his workplace too, right from his seniors to the staff of the hospitals. Yup, so one fine day when Papa saw me playing with my friends in the colony and each of them had a cycle to ride on, Papa at that very moment went to a shop and got me a brand new blue tricycle. Wow!! I got my first own ride.