Himalaya looked at her daughter. She was almost seventeen, right around the age to be married. The pink face, so endearing looked up. Her eyes rose from the Basil plant that she was watering. Himalaya, the affectionate father, could not stop comparing her with the little figure which had looked at her the first time he had taken her in the arms. The emotions which flooded his heart at that moment had not aged a day since then. "A man's vagrant existence is resolved only through fatherhood. Everything else is merely a search for that ever-elusive happiness which is said to be the purpose of a man's existence. Fatherhood, when it touches a man of lowest existence, brings a sense of nobility into him. It offers him a near-god divinity by giving him an opportunity to not only protect, but nourish another human existence." Himalaya thought affectionately and sighed. He felt a sudden sense of protectiveness towards Shailputri (The daughter of the mountains), w...
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