Dearest dad,
I speak of you to my daughter who hasn't had the privilege of meeting you. I speak of you to myself. I live moments lived with you in my head. I talk about things that come to me as I'm going through stuff and share it with Taran. That smile of yours upstairs balcony, the sight of you reading news paper with ammi and drinking coffee, the image of you and I going to fisherman's market on sunday's - the drive of you to catch the bus at night to visit luna in Tumkur, I thank you for giving me the life I experienced before I started living on my own. At work, I have this old letter of yours that you wrote to me. It reminds me of simpler uncomplicated times.
I'll always miss someone like you with such integrity and love.
your daughter...
I speak of you to my daughter who hasn't had the privilege of meeting you. I speak of you to myself. I live moments lived with you in my head. I talk about things that come to me as I'm going through stuff and share it with Taran. That smile of yours upstairs balcony, the sight of you reading news paper with ammi and drinking coffee, the image of you and I going to fisherman's market on sunday's - the drive of you to catch the bus at night to visit luna in Tumkur, I thank you for giving me the life I experienced before I started living on my own. At work, I have this old letter of yours that you wrote to me. It reminds me of simpler uncomplicated times.
I'll always miss someone like you with such integrity and love.
your daughter...
