Letter to my Grandma

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Dear Mimi,
I still remember you asking me what I would do when you weren't here anymore. You said it as a joke, the corners of your eyes crinkling up as you laughed in amusement over my stunned reaction.

I didn't reply back then, but I know the answer now.
The truth?
I don't know what to do without you, and I don't know if I ever will. You'd think that after two years, I'd grown accustomed to coming home from school ad not having you waiting for me, but I haven't. The corner of the room where you used to sleep is empty now; the space on the wall that was free before and is now occupied by a garland photo of you, I guess this is how tragedy works. Tragedy balances out voids this way.

Mimi, I miss the way you used to let me cry on your lap. You had a hidden box of chocolates that you only brought out for those occasions, and I was so grateful for that, You always managed to clam me down somehow. We also made an excellent team because we are both storytellers. You would narrate long anecdotes of life in our town in the mountains, and I'd find a way to relate it to my own experiences and add to it. My favorite story was the one where you fought off a tiger in the pastures, even though it did end up taking the cows. You've always been incredibly brave, and I guess I, too, got some of it from you. I was brave enough, at least, to silently record you narrating the Ramayana to me on Navratri night in the seventh grade, knowing it might be the last time you ever will.
I was right.
And as much as I wish I had been wrong; I just want to thank you for all the lectures you gave me on kindness, patience, and helpfulness. I needed them, and I hold them close to my heart. Thank you for loving oranges as mush as I did but still dividing them up to me the better slices-eating them now brings back memories, fresh and bittersweet. I don't know if Heaven actually exists, but I'm still going to imagine you forever watching over me and blessing me from above, because I know that's what you'd if there was one.

With Love








I hope you read this letter Mimi....I really miss you! :(

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