Dear Mom,
You must be happy and proud knowing that I am doing quite well. The dream that you have seen once upon a time is in the pipeline to be fulfilled. Yes, Mom, I got the green signal from that publishing company who are ready to publish my book. So, lots of scribbling and writing is going on which is allowing me to cook twice a week and store in the refrigerator for consumption. This is not only your dream, but my dream as well. So, to give it a shining look, I am happy to work day and night.
Apart from work, everything is okay. The weather is in doldrums, sometimes it’s sultry and sometimes breezy. When I was trying to sleep last night, I suddenly woke up with a strong smell of yours. I was searching for you and went from my room to the balcony but couldn’t place you. Then I thought that it must be a silly dream so tried to sleep again. While I woke up in the morning and found your favorite Night Jasmine on my balcony and there was a shivering down my spine. Mom you really came here and left your imprints through these flowers?
Sometimes, when I feel like seeing and touching you, I walk up to that Jasmine tree and sit beside it for a while. These flowers are for you mom and I know wherever you are, you also come near to me and sit with me under that Jasmine tree.
You know from the time you left, me and dad became better friends to each other. You would be delighted to know that sometimes, he tries to be you. I get irritated when he does that because there still is no substitute of you. And when someone tries to replicate you, I miss you even more although you must be missing me more than I am missing you. The most important thing you must be missing is your kitchen from where enticing dishes used to come out and mesmerize not only us but the neighbors as well. Now, I am well-versed with cooking various dishes of chicken.
I get the trick of the universe now. All these “finally growing up” and taking care (cleaning and washing) of my new space, cooking neatly in kitchen, & keeping everything in place happened because of you and most importantly my destiny. Dad also grew up, and finally can make a cup of tea. Just a few days ago, he was saying that when he misses you terribly he writes diary. I end up writing letters to you on my laptop, you must be knowing that because every time I sit down to write I could feel you through that smell of yours all around me. I and Dad have so many things in common due to our unconventional nature. And this nature of ours made you a bit lonely I know. To follow my aspirations, I had to move elsewhere and Dad kept on travelling due to his business.
What thorns us the most is the fact that you brought me and Dad both back to normalcy when we were ill and injured and we couldn’t help you even once! This pain would keep on haunting both of us. It’s true that we are here surrounded by so many people but we are still alone even in crowd. We are alone just like you. I know you also cry for me every day because I know you very well, you just can’t manage to stay away from me for a single day.
But as there are certain fields which we cannot cross, I have to keep on communicating with you through letters. The strange thing is there is no postman here who would send these letters to you. Or other way round, our hearts are the postmen here who delivers every communication without delay and failure. As you see me grow up, you must be smiling broad now. Now, I understand that the truth of life definitely lies in death and that proves us again: nothing is permanent in this world, neither you nor me. There have been footprints here in this world before you, after you and would continue to remain after me as well. Ohh!! Another night Jasmine flies to me…… Here’s a piece of my pen for you:
Neither you are True nor am I
Neither Truth lies in Winning, nor in Loss.
Neither Truth is found in the Beginning, nor in the End
Neither Truth flies in the Dusk, nor in the Dawn
Truth Lies Only & Only in the Struggle of Living.
From,
Your Grown-Up Girl
