I don't even remember our first time together, we were too young then. But our connection was made even before you came to this world. Kaku decided to name you Trisha, a name mum wanted to keep for me.
Our letters to each other that we religiously wrote to each other with flowery designs and patterns poured our thoughts and we shared everything with each other while you stayed in Jaipur and I here in Delhi.
I used to look forward to the vacations when I stayed over at your place and we used to choreograph on old hindi songs like, "Ai meri topi palat ke aa" from Funtoosh...so you remember our hat dance? and all night singing sessions? Moments so treasured and cherished.
As we grew up, you turned out to be more of the silent kind, I ranted and ranted while you heard patiently, and your full concentration made me feel so important. The only time people actually heard you was when you sang--melodiously. Voice so sweet and innocent, a smile so genuine that evapourated with your body...but I know you are re-creating your charm up there somewhere and mesmerising the gods with your soulful rendition. All I want from you is that take care of kaku, kaki and dada from up there because they miss you the most and meet me in my dreams sometime to tell me how it is going...
And yes, keep smiling...
Love you always...
Mithu didi
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Heartwarming,Mithi...
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