To My Dearest Dad,

It’s hard to find the right words to tell you just how profoundly you’ve shaped my life, or how immensely proud I am to be your child. Looking back, you were always a step ahead, a guiding light that seemed to know exactly what I’d need before I even realized it myself. And what I cherish most are the life lessons you didn’t just speak, but lived out right in front of me – those actions spoke volumes louder than any advice ever could. That’s a gift I carry with me every single day.
I can still vividly recall my 12th standard, feeling the pressure, trying to navigate Nextlabs with my eyesight challenges, and dealing with that attendance shortage. It felt like a mountain, but there you were, not just telling me to push through, but showing me how to climb, making sure I had every bit of support. You were my solid ground. Then came the CET exams, a time of immense stress; when I felt lost and overwhelmed, you were the calm, steady voice of family I desperately needed, helping me find my footing. You taught me the true meaning of perseverance by simply being there, unshaken.
And the interviews… oh, those rejections could have completely crushed my spirit. But you, Dad, you were my unwavering champion. You’d look at me, that quiet strength in your eyes, and just say, “It’s okay. There’s always another day, another interview.” You didn’t just say it; you showed me how to pick myself up, dust myself off, and face the world with renewed hope. You embodied resilience.
Even through the darkest, most unimaginable time when Mom passed away, your strength was my anchor. While you were undoubtedly navigating your own immense grief and loss, you still managed to hold the fort for us, providing that steady presence when my world felt like it had shattered. You showed me how to find light in the deepest sorrow, how to carry on with courage and love, even when everything felt broken.
And Dad, I know we’ve had our moments. We disagreed on many things, and yes, we even got angry on a few. To the outside world, it might have looked like we’d burnt our bridges, but you and I always knew the truth. We had our own unique ways of communicating, a silent understanding that transcended any argument. That deep bond was always there, no matter what.
Watching you, I saw your wizardry with machines, your insatiable desire to learn constantly, and how you managed things so skillfully. That management of yours, even with money, was truly exceptional, almost superfluous in its effortless competence. And I’ll admit, I’ve picked up more than a few tricks just by watching you, and a few others, well, I guess those came through the genes!
Honestly, every single thing I’ve accomplished, every obstacle I’ve overcome, and the fact that I’ve been able to build my own life and make the impact I have today – it all stems from the incredible foundation you and Mom helped me build. It’s a testament to your quiet strength, your unwavering belief, and those profound lessons you both instilled not with lectures, but with your very lives, especially when you had your own battles to fight.
My heart swells with pride for you, Dad. And my gratitude is endless.
Happy Father’s Day.