A father and daughter walking on the foot path would have normally escaped my attention. But somehow the sight of this struck me as very special and rare sight.
How many grown up daughters hold the hands of their fathers and walk happily, chatting, laughing on the road oblivious of the public stare?
How many grown up children walk with their father holding hands?
How many grown up children ignore their fathers?
How many grown up children refuse to go with their fathers anywhere?
What do you think?