I write because of you

Dear Ma,

I have lost count of the number of letters I have written to you for the past 7 years. All I know is that there are going to be still many more. If only you had left behind an address where I could have posted them, you would have known how much your absence has affected me.

I am sure you know that I have become a writer now. The idea was planted in my head by you through constant encouragement on every single piece of my writing (even though some really deserved to be trashed). Baba – the Maths Professor took credit for any progress in the science subjects while arts was majorly your domain of expertise.

I was in the second standard when I wrote an essay by myself. I don’t even remember the topic today. All I remember is the butter-laden hot paratha¬†as a reward for my efforts. As I grew up, I stopped involving you in my projects and assigned tasks but I know you never stopped reading my Bengali and English notebooks. Sometimes you came back with suggestions for improvement and I felt angry with you for interfering. I hope you know that it was my teenage confused mind.¬† Because today I realize that you were the reason for me to keep writing. I might have inherited the love of reading from Baba but my love for penning down of thoughts came from you.

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Can you hear me Ma? #microletter

#Microletter

In response to today’s prompt on Daily Post – Micro

Ma,

I woke up dreaming of you.

It’s 6am and snowing in London.

Baba called last night – he said it’s scorching hot in Kolkata.

Between – 5 and 35 degrees , I wish I knew what the temperature is like in your place.

But how do I reach you up in the heaven to check on what you need – an ac or a blanket?

Tearfully,

Your little girl