You always keep complaining to everyone that I talk very less and you actually have to force things out from my mind. Yeah, I accept that. Can’t help. Sorry!
You must’ve admitted that you shout too much. Even I do that. It helps me to curb Baban’s mischiefs. Must’ve gotten from you. And the way you keep coining words to describe us………..! 😛
You may think that I don’t notice your love, but, I do. That afternoon, while I was sleeping with my wet hair open, you had untangled each strand your own fingers. I pretended to be asleep so that you would continue. It was so soothing!!!
But I’m jealous of Pooja. That day, when she’d come over, you had pulled her cheeks and called her to be your “Darling Daughter”. Why? Why? Why? Only Didi and I are your daughters. Nobody else. Humph! -_-
Another thing. Didi thinks you’ve got a horse. That’s why you can sense when we are planning crimes and can reach the venue so soon. XD
Ma’am Bijay Lakshmi always tells us,”We can feel the ‘aura’ of the people around us, to whom we’re closely attached to”. And I can feel it. Most of the time. I never say, but I get scared, whenever I get up from my bed and don’t find you at home. Really,Bijay Lakshmi ma’am must be the only teacher in DB, whom I admire. All the others are ZOMBIES.
You may think otherwise, but it actually matters what you and Didi think about me. Papa’s opinions? Nah. It’s always negative. He will ridicule me for not going to med school, but I’m pretty sure you’ll always be by my side.
The way you keep running around the house from dawn to dusk without rest, uff! You’re no less than a superwoman. Taking care of everyone, even the annoying kittens, whom I keep calling inside.
I know you’re very tense for me, but trust me, one day you’ll be very proud, for me. I hope that day comes very soon.
Not to mention your culinary skills. No one can cook like you. NO ONE. Food becomes tastier every morning because you feed me with your own hands.
I really like it when you wake up at 3am in the morning and tell me,”Oi,ghumote jaabi na?”. And I’m like,”I have got the permission to sleep. Now I can sleep peacefully”. *chuckles*
I wonder how’ll I live without you if I have to go to a different city. Of course, you’ll shout at me over the phone, for my lazy-ness.
May God bless you with a long and happy life. And with a bit of calmness (urgently required)! Need to learn a lot from you.
Mann mast magan,mann mast magan
Bas tera naam dohraye…
From your devilish daughter,