Miss the hands that holds me,

Miss the feet that walked with me,

Miss the hugs that boosts load of energy,

Miss the hands that feed me,

Miss the love that was very pure,

Miss the songs that you sing for me,

Miss the story that gives confidence to me

I DON’T MISS YOU BUT I MISS ME.

Open letter to my Grandfather

14 years of this journey is being very challenging, with so many changes in me, finally I miss me. At times, I feel happy for the way of thorns, sands, glass pieces that I have crossed, looking forward for the beautiful greenery and flowers on the way, but it looks like a water in the dessert or remains temporary. Finally got to know that “Life is a Battlefield” and glad that you taught me the survival. But this year with a heavy heart, there are many rumblings in my heart with the question, “Why all these happened again?”, hopefully looking forward for the answers and the time to heal everything and wish my garden bloom with beautiful flowers again. The only thing I wish this year was like giving a tight hug to you, lying on your shoulder, broke out my pains as tears, with a good sleep on your lap, so that all my pains, sorrow and worries vanishes in a second. I am sure it would never happen, because there is no one to replace you.

Happy for giving a beautiful, lovely, secured and happiest childhood which no one would had in their lifetime and still staying with me even when everyone say you are no more.