I am 60 today. Not that it should matter in any way to the story… but well I am getting awarded achievement award from the President of India. I should be glad. I am not. I am psychologist. Par excellent in everyone’s opinion but me. Like every successful psychologist, I have a string of books in my name. I have done my duty by the society by helping police in many ways. I freelance for some NGO and counsel the abused kids and women. I should be happy. I am not. I feel incomplete. Thats why this story.
I wouldn’t have written this story, if it wasn’t for Myra. Myra my daughter… The one i love the most. The one i have done injustice to. That’s the reason,I am gonna put all the truth here. I hope she finds strength to forgive me. I did the best I could.
For the first time in my life…. the only time . I lost my objectivity. I got involved with the subject. She was Myra’s mother. Yes Myra is adopted.
I was soo happy back then. Had received my first award. Doing the work I loved and doing well. I know there is nothing much I could have done. The psychologist in me advices me to let go.. The woman in me can’t…
I have to do this.. before I receive my award I have to do this!
