Jan 30,1997
Calcutta
Dear Baba ,
I want you to know that just because I don't speak of you and I block out all the memories I have, it doesn't mean I didn't love you. I was 6 when I had to let you go, it took me eight years to realize that I've lost you completely and trust me your absence was even more piercing...
I just feel unbearably sad while writing this letter something is holding me back from pulling out all the words choked in my throat hence incomplete like always...
Some one once told me I should never say what I am not good at because until I reveal no body knows if am good at it or not. But still I must confess that writing is something which doesn't come naturally to me.
Its been quite some time now that I wanted to start this blog because I have some memories to share. Yes, I do feel the urge to share the tales l weaved. Many of my stories you read here may wind-up without an end like the above written letter as my destination is unknown. All I have is the quest.
Calcutta
Dear Baba ,
I want you to know that just because I don't speak of you and I block out all the memories I have, it doesn't mean I didn't love you. I was 6 when I had to let you go, it took me eight years to realize that I've lost you completely and trust me your absence was even more piercing...
I just feel unbearably sad while writing this letter something is holding me back from pulling out all the words choked in my throat hence incomplete like always...
Some one once told me I should never say what I am not good at because until I reveal no body knows if am good at it or not. But still I must confess that writing is something which doesn't come naturally to me.
Its been quite some time now that I wanted to start this blog because I have some memories to share. Yes, I do feel the urge to share the tales l weaved. Many of my stories you read here may wind-up without an end like the above written letter as my destination is unknown. All I have is the quest.
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