Mrs Desai's words had kindled something inside Monami; something she had become all accustomed to during the last year and a half of her life: Father-related guilt.
Back in the privacy of her bedroom, Monami sat cross-legged on her neatly made bed. Clutching the latest prison issued envelope in one hand, she carefully removed the letter from inside and immersed herself into her father's life which, for the time being, was confined to the letters he sent every couple of weeks.
Monami beta,
Sorry, bohot dino se koi letter na likhne ke liye. Tum to jaante hi ho beta, ki main intezaar karta hoon kuch interesting ho, phir main woh sab tumhe likkhe bataun. Mujhe bura lagega agar tum sochoge ki main pehle se aur bhi zyada boring ho gaya hoon . Sach kahoon to, I'm trying to make the most of my time here. Main chahta hoon ki tumhe apne papa par phir se garv ho.
Clinic kaisa chal raha hain? I hope tumhari Prakash chachu tumhara dhyan rakh rahe hai. Agar tum unse puchoge to wo zaroor kuch dino ke liye tumhe chhutti de denge..phir tum aur Sid eksath kahin ghum ke aa jana.
Tumhari mumma kaisi hain? Har pal unki yaad aati hai. Bohot dino se unse koi baat nahi hua, mujhe pata hain tumhari mumma abhi bhi sab kuch manne ke liye taiyar nahi hai. Unke liye yeh sab bohot mushkil hain aur tumhare liye bhi beta.. I'm sorry for that.
Bohot din ho gaye tumse na milkar. Agar time mile to ajana beta. Mujhe accha lagega.
Abhi ke liye itna hi. Tumhari agla letter ke intezaar mein rahunga beta. Tumhari yaad aati hai...har pal... Sirf din ginta hoon...kab khatam ho ga yeh sab.
With love,
Papa
Monami slipped the letter back inside the envelope and kept it inside her drawer. Even after all of these letters, she still felt sad everytime she read them, but she knew, that not to have them at all would be a thousand times more painful.
With a heavy heart, she propped a notepad against her knees and began her reply, highlighting the positive parts of her life. Even if the world was falling down around her, she would never tell her father, because he needed positivity in whatever form he could get. And no matter how angry and frustrated Monami was, she would give him what he wanted to hear.
Hi Papa,
Kaise ho aap? Ghar par sab theek hai. Chachu bhi theek hai. Ajkal thoda zyada hi khadoos hai, but koi baat nahi.. shayad yeh khadoosiyat umr ke sath bar jata hai ;-)
Ajkal kuch zyada hi sheher jate hai. Pata nahi aisa konsa kaam karta hai... Sid ko lagta hai ki koi aurat ka chakkar hain..hehe.. (◠‿・)
Clinic acchi chal rahi hai papa. Abhi zyada patients nahi hai, toh workload bhi thoda kam hai. Don't worry papa, main sab acche se sambhal rahi hoon.
Mujhe lagta hai mumma mere b'day ke liye ek dress bana rahi hai. Ajkal kuch zyada hi kaam kar rahi hai, which she really seems to enjoy.
Mujhe pata hai pichle saal bohot mushkil tha hum sabke liye, but ab sab settle ho chuke hai, mumma bhi thodi khush nazar aa rahi hai. Jitna main apko miss karti hoon, mumma bhi utni hi miss karti hai.
Mrs Desai phirse aane lagi hai. I swear papa, aunty mere bachpan ke maths teacher se bhi zyada annoying hai! Ugh!
Aaj subah hi aayi thi, bata rahi thi ek new family ke bare mein... Wo log recently Singh Haweli mein shift huye hai. Weird, na? Mujhe laga tha woh ghar humesha khali hi rahega.
Mere b'day ke kuch hafte baad apse milne aunga. Mujhse aur intezaar nahi ho raha hai.
Bas abhi ke liye itna hi. I miss you Papa.
Aapki princess,
Monami
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