Oh my dearest soul of life, do you know I have no rest in the pleasant arms until it was my last breath? Now, I want to detail you about my whereabouts…
Hope you (my mother) hear my words from my beloved sister. She will read the letter in front of you in which I no more tease you. I no more tell you to tell me some tales [stories] as I couldn’t sleep until and unless you told me a story when I was young and…! Analogously, you know when you share a story, sometimes I smile and sometimes I cry; but you rejoice all the time because you know the self (him) well.
Dearest Mom, hope no-one complains about me anymore. Hope you hear the words of your mad-child. I know at last you cite, “He is no more changed. He is till the same.”
Do you know at the last breath, I had your beautiful name in my mouth, your grief-stricken face and wrinkles in my eyes, your rosary in my memories?
Hope you know all.
Dearest love (mother), so you know I am very lucky. I dreamt last night: in my dream I saw you and you were sending me your good wishes. When my name was on your lips, you seemed so happy and in happiness your eyes shed tears. In tears, I saw a mother blessed with a child, but yet afar…. but she didn’t cry. She was smiling all the times.
You suppose, they are extremely waiting to meet each other. You are right in your ways. But everyone has a diverse story. Might ours differs from theirs.
Do you know mom? I wished to see the wrinkles on your beautiful face brightened before my departure, so I did. I am lucky. I longed to see your innocent eyes since, so I did. Similarly, I always yearned to have your never-ending love and affection, so I did all the times. But you…!
Mom, do you remember once you quoted a line, ” Pains exist, therefore, life exits.” Today, I know what you wanted to say. You are still in my mind and, more importantly, the way you pray to God about the well-wishers. In smiling, I always teared you and all the times you narrated, “You fathom that I warn you not to breathe a word of this to anyone, or else! ”
I apologise mom. The beloved God has ignored the prayers, and your child is no more…!
Oh my obliging sister, please don’t cry and she (my mother) is a strong person. I know she doesn’t cry and when you read the letter, at last, she cites, “Rest in Eternal peace, my beloved soul. You have done good.”
My dearest sister, please give my diary to my younger brother and suggest him not to read a single line in it. Ha ha ha. It is only a diary_ there is nothing scrawled…!
I forgot. May at the last page it is written, “Ours is always ours, yours is unwanted.”
A letter from your mad child
To the amiable mother.
