AN EPISTOLARY RELATIONSHIP

30th April 2014

Hello dad,

Hope you are enjoying your vacation. I am good. My summer vacations are on so I am at home right now. Missing you badly.

Anjali came to see me yesterday. She is supposed to leave for Kashmir with her Mom and Dad today. She said she would tell me everything about Kashmir once she is back. I know she will, as always narrate how she enjoyed there with her parents, which will upset me more than ever. Don’t worry dad I am not complaining. Even me and Mom went to Victoria Memorial (may be for the 17th time).

Dad I want to ask you something. I don't know if its the right way to ask you this or not. I don't even know whether you would like me asking this question or not. But of course as the days pass and I see people happy around me with their families I become curious about you and Mom.. 

Why did you get divorced? Why was it so difficult for you both to live together? Why didn't you both considered me and my opinion?

Was this relationship business was too fragile to handle or too dangerous to carry on.?

I wont force you to answer. So please don't ask me to not ask you this question again and again.

Stay safe and reply soon..

Yours,

Ruhi

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2nd May 2014

Dear Ruh,

Yes I am enjoying my vacations. I am here for past 5 days and the experience is great. I feel relieved here. No cacophony of the racing life. No burden of living. No suffocation of stringent and confused human emotions.. Life is simple here.. I like it this way.

Yet I know I will have to be back in another weeks time. Then the fight for life would resume. The knife of deadlines would continue. Still it feels good.. 

Yesterday I met a girl here. She is a weaver. What an extraordinary craftswomen she is. She weaves shawls with all vibrant and lively colours (which are your favourites too). You know what mesmerized me the most? The way she was weaving that shawl with so many colours at once was incredible. Not a single knot could be seen as she kept on weaving. In a matter of few minutes she seamlessly weaved a great length of the shawl retaining her innocent smile on her face. You know even I tried to weave a relation once; unfortunately the seams could be found everywhere and by everyone...

I know being such a mature daughter you wont force your parents to answer questions that are difficult to answer. And thus even I wont ask you to not ask questions which are not only difficult for us to face but bother you for life...

Take care and remember we both love you a lot...

Yours and only yours,
Dad..