A letter to my MOM.~Shibani
I am so sorry I haven't been quite writing to you since the last few days as I was really very busy with my assignments. Okay let's keep aside the mess and tell me how are You? How is baba? What about chutki? I totally curse myself for not being able to attend to your eagerness of talking to your daughter whom you had sent so far just for her sake. So selfless of you maa and so very selfish of me. I was just asked to do a very petite thing: Skype with you people at 8 that too with which I played spoilsport. Your mainu is a complete bonehead nevertheless how intelligent you think she is!
Maa, all these excuses aside, never ever think your mainu doesn't need you anymore. In fact, she needs you all the more. In the morning, I am no longer awakened by your sweet rants instead my ears had to bear that annoying cuckoo alarm. Maa your mainu is not even asked what she wants to have for breakfast, just a dry plate of bread and butter bummed at our faces at the mess. Those delicious steamy trails of your food still tickles my nostrils and whenever it does I sob remembering the hands that made them.
Maa, your mainu has been in the hostel since two years. You might think my mainu might have grown up into a genuine independent lady. Independent? Not even a lady maa. You are going to get a hard time marrying me off maa. Miss. Shilpi Bose is still your mainu maa whose even school uniform was taken care of by her mother until class 12. You won't believe what happened today. I could not even find my scarf and later found it dumped somewhere in the fuzzy corner of my messy room. Yes, it ain't a wonder. Your mainu is still a mess Maa. A rough mess awaiting to be cleaned by your smooth hands. See, I cried again. Moreover, I can triple bet that my letter is drenched by now. Maa, why do you cry so soon? Now stop crying or else your mainu will really not talk to you. Quite childish right? Still a good way to contain my sherni.
Maa remember how I used to yell about little little things? Our fights which were like fireguns blasting off 'sarcasm' missiles, our morning and evening 'chai time' wala chats, almost everyday tom-tom wala evening rides, our gossips, ahhh! what a relief even their thoughts give me. I miss them a lot. Maa, does chutki help you out? Does she give you company? Does she look after you? I hope she does.
Maa, I need to go. The mess people wants the students to stuff them with their inedible stuff. Maa, love you, miss you, take care. This letter will end here but not the letters to you maa. Maa, tell chutki not to touch my things, tell baba that I love him and you maa...just remember you have someone miles away praying for your smile to be intact.