Sunday, July 15, 2012

The Eighth Year

Dear U,

The day is almost over. But I haven't forgotten to write to you yet. Its been eight years since you left us. Days became months, months became years. Some of us grew up, some of us became wiser, all of us grew old, but we never forgot you. You have to simply take our word for it.

Every year, this day, I wish, it had been me instead of you who was taken away. Every year I miss you more and more. You might have thought people move on. Yes, people do. They grow up. They finished college. They went to work. Got married. Made a life of their own. Yet, they hold you in their hearts like their most precious heartbeat. You simply have to trust me when I say this. The pain and the tears are still fresh. But, why am I telling you this? You already know. Oh, by the way, I heard our favorite family song today and was remembering the time all of us wore pink colored salwars and were singing and giggling. Your smile is still so fresh in my heart. I hope you smiled listening to it once again today.

Stay in peace wherever you are. I love you.

Love,
Vasu

1 comment:

Raajii said...

Aww... that is so sweet... and sad. :(