Letters to Heaven (#1)
Dear Chotte, 3 years, huh! Sigh... Time flies but does not always heal. How is it there? Are you in peace, as they say? I have been meaning to write to you for a real long time now, glad its happening tonight, of all the days. Well, how else would you know what am I up to, down here? I miss you. I wish there were a deeper synonym for that word. How can I forget that horrifying morning I woke up to, and I was so sure you were still alive, that I actually prayed you would come back. We will have to live with the mystery until we come meet you up there. I know you wanted to live; you had your own share of dreams, I know it was not your fault. You'd never want to hurt us. I just wished you looked better when we bid you goodbye; if only... So? Where do you want me to start? What do you want to hear? Funny, I ask when I know I cant hear you anymore. But this is the only other mode of communication I can have with you, apart from looking up at the stars and hoping that you a