As I sat
down on that huge wide window pane after surviving that nightmare, I had only
one thing to remember. “Believe in me and I will take care of the rest”, I had
heard Him telling me last time.
~
I had
forced myself to sleep that night. I was still trying to understand who
could’ve sent me that letter. At an unexpected hour. After 16 long years.
Should I open that letter? Should I wait for some more time before I open and
read what is written inside?
It is only
10:30 pm. I have been trying to sleep from 9:30 pm after a few spoons of soup
and half the bread. Although I stay alone and I survive the nightmares on my
own, I felt I needed someone to feel not so scared. I had kept the envelope
just next to me so that I could read it whenever I was ready. I didn’t have the
courage to face another life altering truth again after having accepted what
had happened last time.
~
As I sat to
open the envelope, I could feel my heart beating faster. I started cutting the
edge of the envelope so that the letter stays intact. I looked through the
impression again and cut open the envelope and took out the letter. It was
addressed on his name.
We had
stopped getting letters on his name once we announced his death. People reacted
and all communications stopped afterwards. Then who sent this letter to him?
I opened
and started reading…
Dear Sir, Date:
27.2.2000
I am
writing to you with regards to the performance of your wife as a mother towards
your daughter. Although we have discussed this several times in person, there
has been no action taken from your side. This has prompted me to write a
letter.
You wife,
i.e. my mother, is an extremely nice woman. She wakes early in the morning,
worships her God and starts cooking for us. She ensures that we all eat and go
to school and office on time. But her entire persona changes the moment I come
back home from school. Although she cooks some snacks for me, she is more
interested in what I studied in school, my exam schedule and which chapters are
still pending for me to study. I do not understand why can’t she keep my
studies and my scores confidential and has to discuss the same with you every
time there is a slight dip in my scores. None of my friends’ fathers are known
to have a clue about their scores. Then, why should she involve you?
The matter
is getting out of hand now and you need to talk to your wife about it. You will
be kept informed about my exams and necessary details in the same manner you
tell us about your performance ratings in office and your critical meetings
with the boss.
I am hoping
to hear from you soon.
Yours
sincerely,
Your
daughter
~
I stared at
the letter for some more time. Was this really written to my husband by my
daughter 16 years back? How did this letter get delivered now?
Next day
morning, I called the post office and asked for the postman who delivered
letters yesterday. When I told him about the letter, he said, “I found this
letter while cleaning the old storage section. I saw the date and immediately
understood that there might be some mystery. I enquired with our old post
office managers and someone from them, happens to be your husband. Since there
was no mention of the sender’s name, we decided to deliver the letter. Luckily,
it was kept in a box, that’s why it looks all clean and new. Hope everything is
ok, Madam?”
This story was published in Readomania.
