WHERE WERE YOU, DAD…?
Amazon.in Dear Dad, I have always looked up to you, smart in your OG uniform, a uniform that had been earned with much effort and dedication. I remember the whiff of Brasso every time I hugged you, even as your medals sparkled in the sunshine. Do you recall the two years I spent with your parents, my Achachan and Achamma, away from you, Mom and my little sisters? I huffed and puffed and almost brought the roof down because I wanted to stay with you all. You, Dad, asked me why I was reluctant to live with them, and I answered that I hated waking up early in the morning, your father being the headmaster of the school he had founded, a strict and upright person. You had a tete-a-tete with your father, and I spent two years with my grandparents, and never once did I have to wake up at dawn, like the rest of the household did. Dear Dad, do you even realise how wonderful those two years were? Achachan painted my room a special shade of pink so that I would feel at home. ...