Dear Papa,
It has been a year since you went away. Today morning when I woke up, I felt the things running right in front of my eyes. Mamma woke me up telling me, that she wanted to make lunch for all our relatives, today. We had slept over at Mama's place last night. So when I woke up and realized that it was March 8th 2015 today, nostalgia hit hard on me. I couldn't breathe for a whole minute. Remember I told you that my vision had become blank for a minute when I came to know about your death? The same kinda thing happened today morning too...
It felt like everything around me had stopped, and the world had rewinded itself. This time, my vision wasn't blank. It ran images in front of my eyes. The last song I sang with you, before you went to the hospital, the last fight we had, the last night when you were at home, the last time you came home from work, the last time I saw you before you were taken to Nagpur for treatment, the last time I spoke to you, the last time I saw you smiling, the last time you had the strength to speak to me properly in the hospital.....
I didn't want to create a fuss. So I got up and went to our place. When I knew that noone would be able to see me, I cried my eyes out. Not every person can be strong, can he, Papa? I can't be strong too. Its like a game of masquerade. I am a different person from the inside. I don't cry when everyone does. All those memories had come all of a sudden to me. I remembered the last time you danced with me. The Kishore Kumar songs you always sang, along with the TV. I may not have lived with you as long as Mamma and Di did, but we sure had a strong bond Papa. When I think that you are no longer there with us, it only rips my heart apart. To be honest, many things would have been as they should, if only you lived. And yeah, I might sound pessimistic, but not all things happen for good. I have learned to live with the fact that we can't bring you back, nor make things better than what they were like before.
You always live in our memories Papa. We miss you. And I'm taking Mamma out today. Its been long since we spent time together. Will write to you soon.... Love ya loads!
Yours ever lovingly,
Alu <3 <3
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