Angry on me, right? I know, I know. It's been a long I've written you. I missed you too, sweetheart. For the last couple of months I'm trying to fix my life a little bit more and I think I am doing good. A lot has happened over last few weeks. But I won't reveal that to you now. Wait for a grand surprise dear ;) But I should definitely write you more. Today I thought of telling you about your grandma and grandpa. I wish you meet them someday.
I am just so confused from where should I start? Before telling anything about them, I wish if I can go and give them a tight hug and say it loud that, "I LOVE YOU BABA, MA." I never did that.
Today I had a bad fight with them, I shouted loud, I behaved real bad I admit. While I am writing this, I should have said a sorry. I do not know why I never say a sorry to them. I think we never say a sorry to our home, we don't need to actually. We hardly spoke anything since afternoon after that fight. I was upset. Your grandma cooked luchi alurdom in dinner for me. It made me smile :)
You know what, sweetheart, as time passed, I realised there would be very few people who would stick to you no matter what. There would be ups and down in every single relation but those who want to stay they stay anyhow. Your grandpa and grandma was one them for me. They were never my "friend" kind of parents. But I do admire their parenting. I believe a big chunk of my character was influenced by them.
Things are coming back in my flashbacks now dear. I remember when I was child, say in class 6-7 maybe, your grandpa used to create all my notes after returning from office for subjects that I didn't liked much. I still remember there was a cyclone going on while I was returning from school by train. Your grandpa went to station on that unbearable rain so that I did not have to wait alone. Your grandpa gifted me a new pen before every single bunch of exams, invariably. That was a superstition for him, I know. But I get to realise that praying for someone is one of the purest kind of love. I miss riding his bike to go to tuitions. I miss playing cricket, carrom with him. I miss things a lot that probably can not be articulated. Coming to your grandma. I can not recall a day when your grandma eat before me. She waited for me, every single day. I would never became whatever I am now without her. Now a days I hear that sacrifices worth nothing and are irrelevant. Call me old school but I know what your grandma sacrificed for my wellbeing, through out her life. That even not telling a word about it. I don't think I could write anymore, I am just so nostalgic now. It was a stupid idea to articulate these.
I can't write anymore today dear. Write you again, pakka!
Dad
P.S. : What about your dad? is he a "friend" kind of dad? or a "father" kind of dad? or both ;D
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