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Montage of my Heart #2






It has almost been a year since you've left. In the past one year, I've faced tremendous difficulties on almost all grounds. To start with, I'd suffered from Cholitis and viral fever within a few weeks of your demise. Dad and I have fought innumerable times. But I don't think it's his fault. I think I have become really impatient and short-tempered. I know it's not a good thing, but I'm helpless, you know. Its like, in my genes which I've obviously inherited from you, Baba and Dada (we would know).

However, the good thing is- I've learnt a couple of things as well. I think I've finally become a little responsible- responsible enough to take care of Dadi. I think I've evolved into this person who might get mad at little-little things, but can also forgive people instantly- although I am not too sure if it's a good thing or not.  I think I've also become emotionally stronger- I can sense things, love deeply and cry ONLY when it's toxic inside.

You know how much your absence bothers me. At first I thought everyone has slowly gotten okay with the situations. But turns out, the case is not so. The person who I thought would be most affected has never shown anyone a glimpse of her weakness i.e. Dadi. But on the other hand, I've learned a great deal of things about Baba. He might be all strict and stiff outside, but deep within, he cries everyday. I know he does, because I do too.

You're magical, you know. I remember coming up to you and sharing my problems while you slept peacefully. Even though I never got any advice or reply from you, it somehow relieved me from all my pain and sorrows.
I was in big trouble after you'd left, but being the savior you are, you left behind an angel. An angel who came back into my life after 5 long years. I believe you blessed me with her. She's stuck around not only on my good days, but terrible days too. I thank you wholeheartedly for her, Dadu.

As I finish writing this letter at this odd hour of the night, I just hope you're in a safe and happy place which has no sufferings. I thank you once again for blessing me with the best set of friends and family members. I miss you. I love you, Dadu.


The picture was clicked by Baba on my birthday, back in 2008. Could we go back in time? :)

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