Mastering Firebase for Android Development

To my father, Mr. Srinivas Achar, and to his memory, a letter I couldn't write or the words I couldn't acknowledge when he was around me and looking after me. He was an ordinary bus driver who thrived through the holy book of Bhagavad Gita. He was a great fan of Kannada literature. I remember every story my father used to tell us. He never clipped my wings; he taught me to be a unique and constructive person. I may not be able to describe in any number of pages how humble and awesome a father I had. My father was suffering from chronic illness. I could see my mother praying every day for his health. We tried everything from expensive hospitals to strangers' advice of visiting temples. At the beginning of this book, my father was ...