It was finally over....

It was finally over, a lifetime of longing, of waiting, of slavering for this one thing. This one statuette chronicled the story of his lifetime. Sacrifice, Sweat, Blood and Tears had gone in to this endeavour. He got up, out of his seat, hugged his producers, no wife of course, hard to be in a romance when you were married to a dream.

He thought of his blessed mother and father, his college girlfriend, his colleagues in Engineering that had gone to do great things, earn money, buy cars, own houses, the whole shooting match. How many times had he doubted himself over the years? How many people had told him, stop chasing this dream, go and get a real job, get married, get settled.

As he stood and made that last golden walk to the podium, his life seemed to flash before his eyes, he saw himself as a graduate scribbling away at pieces of paper in between math lectures, and chemistry lab sessions. Staying up at night, drinking espressos, writing, editing, changing, striving for perfection. His mother had come to see him once, when he was living in and around uni. Had taken one look at him, his room, his unshaven beard, his unkempt hair, the takeout boxes sprinkled around the room, and then had done something he still hadn't forgotten even now. Silently, and without reproach, she cleaned up his room for him, taken him away from his computer, given him his best meal in months, given him some money for clothes and such, as well as giving him a letter that his father written for him. She then left, as unceremoniously as she came after hugging him.

As he got presented with the award, he grasped inside his jacket, and withdraw that slip of paper that his father written for him.

"Thank you, first, Thank you so much but I'm afraid I'm going to read from a speech, since I'm not as verbose as my venerable American colleagues. My father wrote this for me, a long time ago, and I would like to say it now."

He looked down, at that withered piece of paper, and repeated those words, that had kept him going throughout the years, whenever he had doubted himself.
"Dear Rahul, remember this, your parents believe in you and in everything your doing, Love Papa. Ladies and Gentlemen, if I am here, it is my parents' blessings that have brought me here. Thank you"

He looked down at the best director Academy Award, Oscar, the one statuette that chronicled a dream that had encircled his lifetime

A dream that seemed to have come true.