17 november 2021
4pm
Wednesday
Hyderabad
To Dada,
The reason I am writing today is: I need resilience….lots of it. And I don’t know any person other than you who could give it to me. Even in form of energy. Even in form of a miracle. Or as a pep talk. In any which form you could transmit it, I just need it.
Tell me, what was one thing (or two) you did to get over the negativity around you. What did you do when you had nobody to fall back on. What was it like when there’s no one in your family who could advise you on your career path and the challenges that were to be followed. Where did you go? What did you do? I am 32 and I am clueless. I think of new beginnings all the time.
Again nobody comes in my mind when I think of new beginnings or starting life from scratch. I am told I am very much like your father but why do I get the feeling that even if I am not a mirror image of yours, my life is crisscrossed with yours.
I know it sounds stupidly crazy to write you a letter when:
1) We haven’t met EVER
2) You won’t possibly be responding to this
3) You have no idea of how I am as a person
But I still write to you because I can’t think of anyone more genuine other than you, at least that is what I am made to believe by the people who Have had the pleasure of being in your presence. And mind you! I haven’t seen such massive respect for anyone. I swear. They stand up. Much like my hair follicles stand while witnessing it.
Hope you’re at a better place.
I think of you every December and January. And February and March. And June and July. And August and September. And April, May, October.
Do you know yours is the only grave I blow flying kisses at. And you’re pretty much the only reason I can’t erase Hyderabad from my being. Because it has You.
Love,
SADIA (Asif ki beti)
