I ❤ you Dad

Father spent decades studying Keeladi's ancient pottery shards, deciphering Tamil poet inscriptions with trembling hands. Though discouraged by colleagues, he earned PAYBO recognition, finally validating his lifetime pursuit of our heritage. I watched him transform from struggling academic to celebrated scholar. His forbidden passion—one deemed impractical—became his glory. The demoralizing rejections never stopped him. On his retirement, I held his weathered research journal. Inside, a handwritten note: "For my child, who believed when the world didn't." My eyes filled with tears. His struggle wasn't just academic; it was personal devotion to our ancestors' voices, passed down through generations, binding us together.