MISSING YOU

My dear Ajji,
You will never read this letter, I know. And no matter how many tears we shed, you won’t come back. But still there are a few things I want to share with you.
I used to think death is the end to everything. That’s not true. Now, I’ve realized its only one of the many milestones in life. I’ve realized that out of sight is not out of mind. From the very day since you’ve gone, loosing your fight to asthma, your bed wears a vacant look which is very hard to come to terms with. And it will stay that way because some memories never fade.
Nothing has changed. Death has taken you away but you still live in our memories. Even today, my feet turn to your bedroom to wish you good night, oblivious of the fact that u will never wake up from your deep sleep. Even today, before going to the exams I hear your raw-english ‘best of luck’ resounding in my mind and then, the memory of your smiling face outlives the boundaries of death.
But then, one more memory takes over- the unpleasant one. The memory of you groaning in pain. The memory of your last days when we saw some part of you dying everyday. And once again, I get that sick feeling in my throat. But now I’ve learned to blink away my tears.
As you can see, everything is going fine. Every time I am stuck up with some problem or my kitchen chemistry goes wrong, I wish you were there.
Now I am learning to find my solutions myself and be in control, as you always were. There is one problem I am unable to solve; I am missing you Ajji. Do you have a solution to this problem too?
- Your loving granddaughter
KETKI