Result oriented high school senior, with proven ability to exceed target and drive success in fast paced environment. Strategic thinker with hands on experiences to deliver solutions and improve outcomes. Ready to tackle new challenges with commitment to quality and success.
Gained valuable experience working with the law firm, applying learned concepts to relevant real life situations.
Supported the team by calling clients to review billing and invoice, created files for new clients and upkeep of data management. Sorted and organized files, spreadsheets, and reports. Responded to telephone query.
Awarded second place at the University of Connecticut Writing Contest 2021.
As the sun sets on the horizon, and the birds fly home, I sit on my swing seat pondering how quickly time passes by. My hot cup of cocoa still sizzling in my hands, I gaze at the lights far across the sky. The hues of orange, yellow and blue with scattered white clouds that feel like they are passing me by. I reminisce amidst this tranquil environment of my Abbu who recently left this world. He was my uncle but I called him Abbu. ‘Abbu’ a term of respect and endearment in Hindi for dad. I was a baby when he helped raise me. I now wonder why. Why was he taken away, why was he so kind, why did he love me, why do I miss him, why oh! why?
I sip on my cocoa, and quickly I am jolted back to this reality as the hot liquid burns my tongue. I sigh, as I know he is no longer there and her I am sitting on my swing twirling the chains and watching the world go by. He used to spend hours with me watching cartoons, making me delicious meals and driving me around the streets of Mumbai. Those streets were scary for a toddler child, bustling with people and street vendors all trying to pry. As I sat on his shoulders, he held me high, walking swiftly through those streets of Mumbai. Sometimes he would stop and pass me a treat that was sweet, salty, tangy or fried. The savory tastes, the colorful feasts, the shoulder rides that made me want to fly, all but a memory somewhere in my mind, I fear will fade away as time goes by.
He loved his family dearly, but loved me a bit more. It was hard to say goodbye even when the funeral stood at the door. I still remember when the doctors said he would not live too long, how was I to turn that around. His fleeting breaths and transient sighs, his pain and agony remain etched in my heart. When he could not recognize anyone he called out my name, my glimpse was enough to bring a tender smile to his face. Tear welled in my eyes each time I saw his suffering, with each passing moments the fear, hopelessness and despair left me breathless.
Love and the laughter once filled his house, all one could hear was his boisterous voice. I think back to the time when he was so full of life, beaming ear to ear was his big smile. He laughed a hearty laugh as he twirled me around. I giggled and shrieked as I went round in his arms, never for a moment afraid that I will fall.
Despair I will not, not anymore I will remember his life, his love and his laughter. Not the pain or the agony, not the loss or the tears will make me forget the wonderful life that we shared. The silly cartoons and the trips to the zoo, me looking like the very monkey for whom I went to the zoo. Hanging of his shoulder, swinging on his arm, I chomped on the nuts, laughing at the monkey, monkeying in the zoo.
A moment in time! Artists paint, poets write ballads, writers write novels of what is on their mind. What is a thirteen year old like me to do, I am not an artist, a poet or writer, and so what would I do to capture those fleeting memories from the claws of time? Emotions and memories oh so sublime, inspire me to go back in time. The reverend past, the celestial times where memories live on in my mind.