Missing You

I took a chair and sat on the balcony.

My second round of tea was still in my hands titillating my senses with the cardamom flavor.

The night was bereft of stars. A thick haze was slowly enveloping and it had audaciously seeped into my dogged soul, compelling me to shrink further.

To get over the lost feeling, I got inside. The incense stick was half burnt, using a matchstick I lighted it again. The fragrance wafted through the corridor to the living room.

My bonsai baby! 

Aww! My choicest pick from the nursery

How sickly it looks bereft of my caress.

"Sorry babes! My kisses. Now get spruced up."

Ah! My writing pad... You too missed me?

It has been ages since I wrote any letter.

Let me scribble something...

To whom...

I have to choose between the two.

My mom or daughter....my most favorite preoccupations and indulgences

Let me choose the latter.

"Dearest! The very thought of your presence fills the evening with fragrance.

I am swept off my feet in ecstasy... ready to embrace you deeply. Come soon and paint my world with bright hues. Eagerly waiting for your arrival."

Lo! Who I sent the letter to and who arrived!

My hubby enters with his tired limbs and exhausted demeanor.

"I am

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so tired today Swapna!

 Please get me a cup of kadak chai

 and then dinner."

"You are busy or what? Looks like."

"I was writing something... a letter."

"Wow! That's great news. Just try to keep yourself busy. You are the best person to assess your strength. This is the time to evolve, hone your callings, pursue your hobbies. I am so happy for you."

I have not looked back since then.

Ratna -my daughter, I fondly call her Ratu gets a letter almost daily.

She says-” Your handwriting is so beautiful, my friends are great fans of yours. I have safely kept all your letters.”

“I am so glad, you did not give in to my pressure of writing emails on the computer. It would have been so boring.”

My searching eyes scouted the farthest.

Sighs!

My mind prevailed over heart and emotion to validate the fact...

She will not come home so soon... at least not till the Puja holidays ensued.

 

Till such time she arrives and floods my barren heart with love, let me live on exotic hope, raise a toast to nostalgic moments, keep herself busy with writing letters-one a day and hone her writing skill.

 

Missing someone is like having the best blend and brew but not getting the warmth and cozy feeling.