Dear papa,

I sometimes wonder, did you know that Bhumi and Mehr were coming to see you too. Mehr could not come because she did not have a VISA and Bhumi had to stay back with her. Would you have waited had you known? Would you have waited if I had not come when I did? Would you have waited for me? Were you waiting for me? I miss you papa. Everytime when I want your hand on my head. Everytime the world crushes me or tries to. Everytime there is a joy and bubble, everytime there is knotted yarn to untangle. everytime my hands are too cold, everytime my feet are too cold. Everytime I look at anything that we have talked about. Everytime I see something new that I want to share with you.

I will always love you papa. Always. I hope and wish that you are happy where you are. I promise I will take care of mummy and didya and didi and all that is ours.
Don't miss me too much. but do miss me a little. Everytime I get hiccups I would know that you are thinking of me.