Pappa, this graduate student recognition for “outstanding
academic achievement” is for you, as will be every milestone in my life. It’s
an honour and a reason for celebration, but bittersweet. I guess it will always
be bittersweet.
“I've known a faith and
belief in my abilities much more that I could ever have in myself.”
For all the times that
I've faltered, unsure of ever finding my feet to stand back up, there was a
constant unwavering voice that told me simply, “aap pareshaan mat ho, khush
raho gudiya” – without judgement, without criticism. Those words didn't mean
too much then, wrapped as I was in my own little bubble of troubles to pay attention
to their profundity.
This time of year is
your birth month. It’s the time that marks my first semester in graduate school
four years ago. It also the time of year that preludes life, as we had known it,
changed forever. And now, it’s somehow come full circle, like recognition of having
ploughed through stone-laden path and rough weather.
All you wanted for me, Pappa, is to be happy, and smile. All
I want to be is your daughter.
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