'I cannot live without her, She's my strength, my power. I don't want to live alone here.'
'I am proud to have had two mothers. Mom, Daadi is just great.'
'Please, do not come back here. When you come, I lose my focus. You want me to fulfill your dreams na?? Please do come back again.'
'You know what plans I have for bhai. Please do not leave him at this moment.'
'Tiny's so bad. She doesn't care about me. She hits me, at the slightest of a fun on her.'
Hmmm...
Letters.
To my Mom.
Year 2003-04-05
When I was in my high school, preparing for the medical entrances, At Kota.
Innocence. Love. Sacrifice. Motivation. Solace.
Just bumped onto them. My mom has kept them as if they are gold, and diamonds. Wrapped in a polythene, over which she has put two layers of cloth. *Ohh ! How lovely Moms are!!
Used to post her a letter every month. :)
Had a personal mobile phone there, but writing letters was Bliss.
-An enticing experience altogether.
Writing a letter in the spontaneity of the moment...
Repeatability. Incorrect grammar at places. Every sentence starting with 'Maa'.
'Lucky to have you as parents.'
'You mean life to me.'
'I'll take care of her.' (TJ Snr)
Some complaints, when we two sisters used to fight.
Some explanations, when I was rude.
Certain confessions.
Certain fears. And insecurities.
A test gone bad. Unhappy.
The time of examinations nearing... Restlessness.
The fear of not being able to prove.
The burden of expectations.
Every instance was preserved.
And, Indeed, every emotion.
Nostalgic!!
5 comments:
Letters are just so warm and personal and there to stay.. No matter how closely connected we are through phones or internet, there is nothing akin to bond you feel when you receive a letter..
@ Ankit- True to its core...
wow,i actually got drifted into those times when i used to write letters and paint cards for my loved ones.
That innocence has gone lost, somewhr!
times and technology, have changed it all... Wish I could plan for the occasions, and paint those cards, which meant the biggest and the happiest gift to be given!! :)
maa :)
its been three years since i have become a hosteler. and every day she still misses me.
and writing letters is bliss. but for some reason only to women. moms, nanni, gf koi bhi.
somehow men never come in the picture :P
but the thing is, after being in a hostel for three years, i still cant do without calling home everyday.
and i d like to hear more about this bhai
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