I sit here with a bunch of letters reading them one by one, word by word…
…and all I have for company are some tears.
Tears of love, admiration and pride.
I don’t think I’ll be able to pen down much.
That’s a part of the bunch of letters that I have in the safe of my wardrobe.
That’s the only dowry Mr. Right ever got… 🙂
And guess what???
He has never been able to go through any of them, for I would snap at him every time he touched the packet I so lovingly treasure. 🙂
A real treasure it was for a 5-year old, a 13-year old, a 15-year old, a 23-year old and it is for 32-year old. No wealth can ever be important than this.
It was something that I treasured then, I treasure now and I’ll treasure till my last breath.
We used to come back from school around 2 pm along with Mom, who was a teacher in the same school. I used to count the number of Mynas that I saw by the time I reached home, rather, the letterbox hanging on the garage door. In those days, we used to believe that if you see one Myna, it is for Sorrow, two is for Joy, three is for Love and Four is for Letter. 🙂
Purity and Innocence of Childhood
One Myna less, and I used to curse all of them. 🙂
The moment I saw four Mynas together, I would get excited and would run with all my might assured to get an Airmail from Saudi Arabia with a cute letter addressed to Guddu. 🙂
During the Gulf War, I would wait anxiously every evening for Unnimama who would bring in a Telex message from Acha. Scary days those were when Amma used to be awake all night long listening to BBC News on Radio. I can still hear the sound of the grenades and bombings early in the morning on the radio channel.
Words that have been my inspiration, my motivation, and have triggered me to go on during the most difficult days of my life.
I have always spoken to Acha non-stop through letters or in my diary or in my mind, all my life.
Physical boundaries, high rates of STD and trunk calls, costly Airmails, could never part us.
Even now, at times I speak to him without words and you bet he understands it all.
That’s my Acha for me…a hero, a real role model…I owe almost everything to him.
This is a reminder of what all our parents have done for us.
I wanted “My dear Daddy” then, now and forever. 🙂
Papa, Daddy, Achan…the words that I cherish the most from the hundred thousands that I have learned till date. 🙂
Love you lots, Acha! Thanks for being there always!
There are not enough words to describe how important my father is to me and how powerful his influence continues to be.