Deeya
Dear Dada,
Sometimes I wonder what you would’ve liked to be called. Appa? Papa? Daddy? But in my head, you are always Dada.
I’m turning thirteen soon, Dada. I’ll be a teenager, a big girl! I study well at school – I got 11.5 on 12 in Hindi and 9.5 of 10 in science. My class teacher even told Mummy that I can be the topper! Mummy says you wanted me to be an army doctor. I’ll become a doctor but I don’t want to leave Mummy alone. My best friend is Ashita and I like her a lot. She’s in the same class but not in the same school.
Sometimes I wonder what you’d be like if you were around. Would you have taken me out to parks, carried me on your shoulders and be a part of the sports day? But I try not to go too far with that. In my mind, you are still around and the three of us are the perfect family. I’ll even tell you a secret. I tell my friends you are serving on the border. I don’t want them to know you’re gone. because to me you’re still here.
You are my hero, Dada. One day, I’ll make you proud. I love you.