Dear Meethi Ma
Happy new year to you in heavens! I am sure this new year stuff is least of the concerns of your Angel species but who wants to let go of a day to pause and reflect, perhaps make new promises and of course to celebrate.
I have not written to you in a long long time. Does that mean I don’t think of you? Or perhaps thinking of you has become such a vital part of me that I don’t feel the need to write? I often wonder…and think…to find no answers.
“8 months is a long time” someone told me. “Depends on where you are in life” I thought. It has been 8 months since mom went away in her physical form. At times these months seem like the longest 8 months of my life. And at times it is like time just flew. Moms…
Remember Jaipur days? How on navmi Papa and I would refuse to get up early morning and you would be left alone (with a little help from bui) making halva, puri and the entire spread with it. Then Pooja would come on her Luna with perhaps 5 kids hanging on for…
When you were working in Sundernagar, I missed you terribly. Often I would collect all the gifts you gave me, your saris and dupattas, your jewellery and our pictures and sit outside your room. Meena Bua and Picky didi would laugh at me and my drama. Thinking back, even I laughed at myself. Years later, I find…