Flying High

Sheetal was not your average girl. She was special, someone exceptional. She had managed to make a name for herself despite all odds. She had immeasurable talent, a talent that was fueled by passion, grit, and determination. She was a highly determined individual who had fought tooth and nail to stand upright. She was successful in waning off naysayers. She had wholeheartedly devoted her life to feminine rights. She stood for truth and purity that was only inherent to a child. She was born in a village inheriting a rather humble life. She was a girl who was sprightly and cheerful. Her methodical ways did wonders for her teaching. As a teacher she made her environment comforting and fitting. She was a benevolent individual who loved to spread joy and cheer.  

 

Sheetal was a keen observer who was a wide-eyed wonder to many. She was a loving, caring, and doting parent-like figure for her sisters. She had three sisters and an elder brother. She had to battle with many to bring her brother in line. She had captured her brief resentment to come to terms with reality. 

 

Her reality was so difficult to digest, it was shoved down her throat. Her life was filled with struggles aplenty. She was determined to pull herself out of every predicament that came her way.  

 

As mentioned earlier, she was born in shambles, lived in shambles, and eventually triumphed. She came out victorious each time she came across an obstacle. She was born in a small family of humble origins, who only had virtues to call them as assets. Her father couldn’t care any less of them. He was a devout Kali Bhakt who had immersed himself in worshipping the goddess. He was unaware of their financial condition; he was unaware of their health condition. 

 

Born to an oblivious guardian, she had to pull the strings of her family. She was capable and highly skilled who swore to live life on her own terms. She had been the solitary beard winner of her family for as long as she could remember.  

 

She had struggled all her life to build a repertoire for herself. Teaching kids and coming up with innovative ideas to teach them was fluttered her already fertile imagination. She was highly imaginative, who would use imagination as an escape mechanism. She had dealt with so much all her life that a little bit of imagination did help her cause. 

 

Sheetal was a qualified teacher who had the potential to do so much more. But then serving a family of deranged members had caused a stir in mind too if not a ripple. She had soared higher than her peers. She was also way ahead of her time. She was much of a small-town miracle of sorts who had been wayward.  

 

She was and will be a name to reckon with in the future. She had always marched forward with gusto. I had used so many adjectives before that now I am out of words. Words can’t comprehend my grief when I stood there to read this eulogy. She was and will be my inspiration forever.