Letter 3 — 11th December: A Piece of My Heart

 

Letter 3 — 11th December: A Piece of My Heart

Dear Mamma,

Thank you, Mamma. The marriage was performed happily yesterday, and everything went smoothly. We are still here in Tirupati. Dilip has booked darshan tickets—hopefully by tonight, we’ll get to have darshan of Lord Venkateshwara. I’m feeling so happy… but deep inside, I miss you.

I truly wish you had been here. And I keep imagining that one day, when you come, we’ll visit Tirupati temple together. Not just Tirupati—we will go to Rameshwaram, and also to the Udupi temple. We’ll go as a family, holding hands, laughing like old times.

It’s morning here now, and we are about to go out to eat something. Everyone who had come for the wedding has now left for their own homes, including my husband Gobind’s mother and brother.

And Mamma, I am very happy. But this happiness feels incomplete without you. I want both you and Papa to shift with us now. Even if it’s only for a few months in Bangalore, please say yes. I want to live with you. I want to start every morning with your presence.

Mamma, I want that only you should prepare my morning tea till my last breath. And I want to prepare your breakfast and dinner till my last breath. That’s the life I dream of—not money, not fame—just this little circle of love, us together.

I’m a bit confused about Tejas. He’s growing. He’s almost ten now, and he loves you deeply. But I can see that he’s slowly slipping out of your control—maybe because he’s getting older, maybe because your health doesn’t allow you to keep up. You’ve been suggesting that he should stay with us, but Mamma, I feel he should stay with you.

Because if I’m not around, at least someone should be—someone who truly loves you. I know Renu won’t come. She hasn’t come in two years despite living only 50 km away. She never checks on you, never offers support. And if anyone dares to ask her why, she’ll say, “The bus ticket is ₹50 per person”—as if that tiny amount is a mountain for her to climb. It hurts to see her so heartless, especially when you’ve supported her in every way possible. She receives thousands in help, yet can’t spend even ₹50 to visit her own mother.

Still, I don’t want to speak badly about her. Every time I do, people accuse me of misrepresenting or spoiling her image. Let them think what they want. Only God and you know the truth.

But what matters to me most is that Tejas stays with you. Even if I am not there, a part of me should always remain by your side.

A piece of my heart,
a piece of my body,
a piece of my identity,
a piece of my sunshine—
should always live with you in the form of Tejas.

I love you endlessly, Mamma. Please take care of yourself. And always remember—I may be far in distance, but my soul is stitched to yours, forever.

Your daughter

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