Its been so long since I wrote to you. Mummy left for Blore today. Sometimes its easy to get angry with her, she never seems to instinctively get where I am and what I need and what I am thinking. But when she is gone, she takes a bit of life with her. It feels empty and it will continue to feel like this for some more time.

I wish you were here. I wish you could see where I am and what I am doing about now. So many questions I would have liked to ask you. So many conversations that did not happen. So many times I did not hear your smile in your voice and so many times I never said I love you.

Am I making the same mistakes again? With Ma?

Will I ever learn?

Does she know?

Did you know?

I never even said goodbye.


Shruti