After a very long time, I felt like writing and I felt like writing for you . “Maa”- A word that’s impossible to describe. No matter how hard I try, I believe I’ll never be able to express what you truly mean to me. And not just me… no writer, no poet in this world can ever fully describe a mother in words. Maybe I won’t even tell you that I wrote this letter for you. Because that’s how it is, right? Sometimes it’s hard to express emotions to our mothers. It’s not just me, it happens with every child as they grow older. We start keeping things to ourselves. We stop hugging without reason. Even now, I hesitate to hug you, Because I fear you’ll think something is wrong in my life. Maybe that’s why, when children grow up, they stop sharing- especially their problems. But how beautiful those childhood days were. I still remember the last time I cried in your lap- It was my first day of 9th grade. My old friends didn’t let me sit with them, And I had so many complaints to share....
I don’t know how to start; I’m so blank. I’m at home while writing this because college has ended. Yesterday, I felt like writing something about the five years that I had spent with my friends. So, I've never missed someone as much as I miss them. It feels like a piece of my heart has gone somewhere. So here I go. I know all of you, Kastury, Jyoti, Maya, and Sakshi, will read this open letter. Guys, It’s a beautiful journey with all of you. It's a journey where I find comfort. The love you gave was commendable. The journey with Maya can’t be explained; she was my roommate, and the time we spent was awesome. The late-night talks about random stuff, sometimes dancing together on the room balcony – oh my god, it was fun. The best part is that Jyoti, Kastury, and Sakshi were our neighbors. So, it has become even more beautiful, he-he, thanks to the warden. So, In the beginning, we were not 5; we were 12. But with time, it broke, but these 5 remaine...