week, on my birthday, I received a handwritten letter from one of my blogger
friends. The moment I read the letter, I felt the urge to hug her. This is the
age of technology, where we have the bestest applications at our fingertips,
yet a handwritten note or letter is something very special.
never written a letter to you. I’ve done it to surprise my hubby, my friends
and even for Vidya , but never have I wrote to you. I don’t know why I never
did that. Maybe I felt you wouldn’t understand my feelings, or maybe you would
laugh at my act of writing a letter, when we can speak for hours on the phone
(the STD calls have become cheaper than ever).
today, when I spoke to you in the morning, you sounded a bit low, tired and
guilty. You wanted to pour your heart out, yet you just spoke few words and
kept the phone. I knew something was wrong, I called up again, and then you
confessed, that you were guilty of many things in life. You said that you felt
bad for you couldn’t provide us with many of the luxuries as a child. I would
want to term them as luxuries, coz,
spending Rs15 for a School Annual Photograph was a big thing for a person who
earned only Rs100 a month.
|I posted this today|
feel guilty about it Appa, I know you have done the best to provide the family
the basic necessities and some of the luxuries. I can now understand it all,
when I plan out the monthly budget, when I pay the bills and when I plan for my
men, you are always supposed to be strong, never express your feelings and most
importantly never cry. However, it’s okay Appa, to cry, don’t hold back those
tears. I am here to listen to your concerns, worries and tensions. This is the
most I can do from miles away, listen to you.
my school days, I always felt that you never loved me. You kept shouting at me
(you had to, the lazy child that I was), to get up, to eat my breakfast (2
Idlis to be precise) and a cup of milk. Huh! I can now understand the countless
struggles you must have faced to bring up a rebel like me. They say, ‘what goes around comes around’, and it’s
so true. At times when Samu doesn’t finish her food or becomes fussy, I have to
be rigid; I have to shout (if my cajoling and bribing doesn’t work). I guess
all parents have to do that, at some point of time. That doesn’t make them ‘Good’ or ‘Bad’. If a situation demands you to be strict, you have to as a
also remember the times, when you would scold me for watching too much TV. It used to irritate me, and
I would wonder, why there was a TV in the house, if we seldom watched it. I
have managed to get all the answers to my questions. You would always encourage
me to read, I remember you purchasing piles of Readers Digest from the ‘Raddiwalla’.
I am indebted to you forever, for inculcating the habit of reading in me.
Today, I smile at myself, when I pick up books for Samu. Even last week, I
picked up 5 books for her. Hope she too realizes the importance, soon!
fingers are aching; I don’t know how many words I have managed to pen, as there
is no word count in this piece of paper. I hope my handwriting is legible
enough for you to read. My Kathak classes are going good and I am enjoying the
2 hours with my daughter, learning the basics of classical dance.
you have done your best and if any of my words have ever made you feel that you
were not good enough, then, I AM SORRY!
know you will forgive me, as you have always done that! I love you for all that
take care of your health and keep smiling!
are always in my prayers.
ignore any grammatical errors as this letter is written without any Microsoft