Deepika Kalra – Special Mention
To begin with, when I first read Tejaswee’s blog, tears rolled down my eyes. And for the very first time I felt the “magic of LSR”. It reminded me of the forgotten “me”. My lost track. And I learnt that one must never forget lost ambitions. For they have strange ways of cropping up again and fitting into our lives.
So today when I write this letter, its not a letter to my daughter or my son or to anybody else for that matter. Today I write a letter to the future ME.
When I write this essay today I wonder what she was like. I wish to have known her, like known her for real. I wish I had seen her in front of me, like really there. I wish to have seen her talk, watch her eyes go wide with excitement. I can picture her hopping in and out of class-rooms. I wish to have absorbed the optimism she was known for.
WOW! I wish I could live each day like it was the end of the world tomorrow. I wish I had travelled a lot. I wish I had been to Switzerland( be it for a day or two). I wish I was loud and yet, stuck to my principles. I wish I was in DramSoc. I wish I could paint. I wish I was her. I wish I was Tejaswee Rao.
I know it’s real easy and quite irrelevant for me to say this but right now I feel happy for her and her loved ones. She may not have died when she wanted, the way she wanted, but she did LIVE the way she wanted. So when she laid on her bed and “somehow” she knew it’s time, I can see, there was a smile on her face.
So, thanks to her, I found my lost track. So it’s okay to dream big and fall. You just have to have the strength to rise again.
I never believed something( let alone someone) could inspire me so much.
Love you my LSR-Mama. You’ll be remembered through years that follow.