After my mother’s death, Megha became my first child. She was only 10 years old then, studying in Class Four. As a father, I always had a dream that my daughter would study well and grow up to become a doctor. So, from an early age, I kept telling her that she must study hard to become successful in life. However, I never asked her what she actually wanted or what she loved.I believed that sending her outside for coaching or extra classes would help her learn better. So, I often told her to…