Writing after almost a month. Writing to you is not easy for me. Every time I start writing my emotions overpower me making me weak and I have to drop writing.
You always knew my weakness even when you were four or five years old and used to blackmail me emotionally to get what you wanted. Our mom was very disciplined and we were not allowed to go in kitchen to eat anything after 10:30 p.m. once she cleaned and close it.
But as always you used to feel hungry around midnight and craved to eat parantha with tea. I still remember how I used to go tiptoed in kitchen and cook for you. But mom used to caught me red handed and I had to listen her scoldings. But innocent smile on your face was enough award for me to do that regularly.
I miss you Honey and our love and bond. You know I’m feeling very helpless these days. There are some issues no one else can solve and I can’t share with any single soul here. This is eating me up. I wish you would be here to listen to me. Just sharing with you used to be enough for me.
I’m living happily for everyone but inside dying a little everyday. This was the first bhaiya dooj without you. I went to your home. Parul and I applied tilak on your photograph. The moment was very hard for us. Hope our wishes for your peaceful journey ahead reached you. Can’t say live long but wishing for peace of your soul.
Can’t write more for now.
Hope to meet you in some other life…