Reply to Resignation Letter

Reply to Resignation Letter

My Dear Rashi

I received your official letter of resignation from the job at the same time you told me personally that you will be leaving the job. Yes, the letter was official, and your wordings were too.

Your facial expression, your eyes, and body language were faithful to your sentiments, though the official words of resignation letter betrayed them. I understood your sentiments, as the papa could understand his daughter and I am sure that there was no communication gap between the Papa and Beti.

I did not get your second, rather original letter, till only a few days back, when I was in your house.

My dear daughter, I came from such a faraway land worked in this city, starting with no friends or family. When I came here to this city, I was confused as to why Got had destabilized me, moved from the place I spent decades in this area. However, God brought me to this to give me something he had forgotten to give me. He had carved out some relations but forgot to tie them in normal social and family bindings. So, he brought me here, giving me the sweet daughters like you. I thank God for his gift.

I remember your interview, where you conveyed soft, frightened confidence. After you joined, you picked up the job very quickly, quicker then I expected. You were too soft-spoken, and I used to become hard at times you made a mistake. Much later, you told me that you used to dream of my slapping you for your mistakes! But I never thought of that.

I do not remember any date or time or event when we got bound in the relations of Papa and Daughter, but it happened slowly, steadily. Yes, there were people who were happy to assume otherwise. While I ensured that you learned the job, you ensured honest performance.

I remember when you found you were wrong, you were almost trembling with fear about how strict I might behave. Much later, I found out that the fear was due to past experience of being brutalized. May be your earlier bosses were too perfect, or just attempting to terrorize you for sheer ghastly joy. With time, you opened up in bits, got the confidence that I might be one who will not harm you. I remember when you came to office, injured badly, I told you, you had nothing to fear in office, you were in safe hands. And that was the safety net of the parent which a child enjoys. 

And when I was operated in both the eyes, you gave me the gift of my life. You came to pick me up in a taxi, to take to your home, to take care of me, and you were accompanied by Kartik, by then, my son-in-law. It was unimaginable dear, real unimaginable. I am so fortunate in having such a caring and lovely daughter and son in law. You did not have a large house, a guest room, but you had space in the midst of you, it was, after all, my family. My daughter, my family.  Yes, you had the care and love, which only a daughter can give to Papa. I thank you for the care, for love, for the experience.

Much before that, it was you who gave me the heavenly opportunity of being the father of girl in marriage, and I performed the religious duties of a father. It was once upon lifetime luck, which you, Rashi gave me. I am so thankful to you.

As I am writing this, numerous instances are clouding my mind of the closeness of Papa and daughter, of your discussing your plans, futures, and thoughts. the clouds are spread vast and wide in the sky of my mind. I am not happy that we will not be working together, but I am sure that you will be able to start your venture very soon. You have discussed your love of professions a couple of times,The Salon, the nursing, et all. I am sure whatever you do, you will be blessed by God with success, and permanent success. And I assure you that whatever you do, you will always find me beside you, if not physically, then through the interaction of our thoughts.

You are my lovely daughter, will always remain so. As I said once, a doll is a doll, whether 12 inches one or a full size five feet one. And God has blessed me with you, my daughter, my doll.

Yours

Papa Ji