A proud daughter of a man of many skills ❤

A few people think that I am over-qualified whereas I still feel under-qualified, and it’s not because of any outsider; actually, my father was a highly-qualified scholar. He had 3 graduation degrees that were in science, arts, and law, each, n 3 post-grad degrees, in physics, english, and political-science, each. He also wanted to do post-grad in law, with me, but destiny had other plans and he succumbed to throat cancer, and thus, I also couldn’t carry on with my studies for the next one year. But then, I started with post-grad in political science as it was the only options left for me at that time and I was quite interested in it as well. After that, I am still studying, although I had a gap of one and half year in studies due to lockdown and changing areas of research.

Coming back to my father. He was studying law when he had 2 kids and was performing his official duties as well as he was doing job at that time. I mean, how could he manage everything so effortlessly. So much of hard-work on his part stayed unrecognized. He was too humble to believe and many people usually under-estimated him because of that, although those who actually knew him had a blind trust on him and his capabilities, and that’s what he actually deserved. Not to forget to mention, his level of knowledge, both static and current. Asked him about anything, he had the right answers most of the times, in the age when there was no internet, google, wikipedia.. Actually, he used to read 2-3 newspapers first thing in the morning, right after refreshing, Aaaaand books in the fields of novels, ayurveda, science n tech, astrology, etc. AND how can I not mention his talents?? He was really (I mean REALLY!!) good in cooking, sewing, carpentry in terms of repairing any furniture, sketching, gardening, playing musical instrument..in which sketching was truly exceptional as he could draw any still life object within 2-3 minutes with fast and light-strokes and all he needed was any paper and any kind of pencil..

Whole of my life I saw him doing things and asked myself where do you stand?? Yeah.. kind of inferiority complex I could have but instead, he proved to be an inspiration for me to always do and learn more and more.

Life is not forever, but the legacy you leave as a learner and doer is indefinite and forever.

Worst Day Of My Life.

The day of your abode will always be one of the worst days of my life, Papa. It’s been eight years but I have not completely healed since that day and cannot forget the way it happened so shockingly and how much pain you were in for months. I wish you could live much longer. But I know that your soul is still there, taking care of me and guiding me through many difficulties. I cannot write much here but you know that you will always be one of the best persons of my life and the best man I have ever known. I could not give you much in life, you left when it was your time to receive anything from me but I hope that I could make you very proud one day particularly and with my deeds every day. Meet me in my dreams till we meet again. Love you. Missing you.

Your Proud Daughter. 💜