"Aru, let's race to the car," my seven year old son called his sister. It was a daily affair as we walked to the car park in the morning, all set for school.Both would dash to the car but the younger one would give up mid way. Turning up to me, she would ask, "lost again Dad. Why?" As we drove to school that Friday, I finally came up with an explanation, aimed at pepping her up. I gave her three reasons why she was failing. One, boys don't race with girls. Two, seven year olds don't race with three year olds. Lifting her up near the school, I also told her that the most important factor towards winning is to focus on improving time. Do not focus on others, just sprint, I stressed waving her the usual goodbye.
Couple of days later, as I lay in the hospital bed, I saw her sprinting. As she came near me, the door opened. It was my wife. With tears rolling down, she held my hands and said,"we have to let go off Arundhati. The doctor can't do much."
Arundhati left us late that night. As I close my eyes, I see my lovely daughter celebrating her win over time.
Wednesday, February 08, 2012
Arundhati - 2008 to 2012
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