I know you are in that big city, where all the people are tall and pretty,
where the roads are endless, where the tall buildings seem to touch the sky unlike our small village with forests near by,
I just wanted to ask, that could I visit too ?
books that you read and broken pencils of yours and the empty room of yours,they make me cry bhai, I hug your old t-shirt and wipe my tears,
in this house so big where I and nana live, I feel alone like a ghost,
I draw, do chores, and revise those small alphabets and words you taught me then, and now I have learnt to write letters holding those broken pens,
I wonder some days are you playing hide and seek? To seek you, I open all those empty cupboards and look behind the door, but to my surprise now that big arms don’t come and hug me from behind, and like always where were you hidden ,I couldn’t find.
And the hallucination breakes, and I think of you and remembering all those memories was all my mistake,
I look at that white sky and imagine how big would be infinity,
I stare at these empty roads
I wander in my dreams, I wake up in middle of the night with screams,
through the little window I measure the sky,
I wonder why you all have locked me inside?
Why didn’t you let me go to places I always wanted to go and why didn’t you take me along with you?
atleast you could send me to that school nearby,
I compare myself not to humans but to those birds who fly freely in the sky,
nana said that girls are like precious gems, so we keep them safe in the treasure,
but without you I feel like a stone fallen on road which is kicked again and again ,but still not broken
my eyes flood tears and a day seems to be like thousand years,
alone one desire I hold to go to school like others,
I hope one day you come and take me to that paradise of yours and not much I ask but please reply to this letter of mine,
your memories have started hurting, I wonder why don’t you miss me?
Have you found another sweet sister like me? Do you also hug her when you come back home? But you said you loved me more than anyone, not full but a little bit of love could you give me too?
every night nana says you’ll never come and you’ll never reply, but this time too my hope did not die,
and not much I ask but please reply to this letter and remind me that I have the world’s best brother.
Hey! How are you wonderful people?
🍁And for those of you who don’t understand hindi- bhai means brother and nana means grandfather.
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