Dear Homi,
I know these letters that I write to you now would never reach you, but would that keep me from writing them to you? Definitely not!
Do you remember the first time we interacted? Looking back, I am not even able to fathom how we traveled that journey of sharing a student-teacher relationship to being friends.
I was always in your awe. I know there were times when I couldn’t see what you saw, but even after all those banters, I somewhere in the depths of my heart knew that you would not lose sight of right and wrong over your ambitions. I am sorry for not believing in you at times, but you know, I always came around, for you were the only one who I actually trusted.
My friend, you, and me, what we shared was beyond what anyone could ever portray. I wish we could undo what happened to you, and work on yet another dream project, but I guess that’s what fighting for the country means, you have to lose to be able to win.
The belief, that my dearest friend, from some corner of the country is always wishing me success, would keep me going. I don’t know, what now will. But I guess it would be the courage, zeal, and passion that I got from you, that will.
I hope I keep making you proud, my teacher, my mentor, my guide, and my dearest dearest friend.
Yours,
Sarabhai
