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A DAUGHTER'S LETTER

Dear Baba,


I am sorry. For being a brute. For not understanding your state of mind. For threatening you. For everything that I have done. 


Now I understand you weren't wrong to see her. You weren't wrong when you got over Maa. You weren't the worst father ever. You were the best. 


I have wronged you as well as her. I was so cruel, insensitive and stubborn. 


I have a long road to redemption. Hope you might forgive me. Someday.


I am sorry again.

Yours ,


Emmy. 



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Tara said…
Very beautiful. Very subtle. Very you. :)
June 6, 2011 at 4:15 PM
Rià said…
Heart touching.
June 9, 2011 at 12:44 AM
Sage Ricky said…
Happiness is not a right, it’s a duty and we owe it to someone else more than us..You are a cute little innocent kid..thanks to your post,it reminded of how much a pain i have been to my old man
June 9, 2011 at 9:37 PM
Haritha P Singh said…
short yet says d 'mind soul' of a girl to her baba.. :)
June 10, 2011 at 8:30 PM
Anwesa said…
@Neeha,

Thanks !
June 11, 2011 at 11:06 PM
Anwesa said…
@ Tara,

Thanks Dahling !
June 11, 2011 at 11:07 PM
Anwesa said…
@ Ria,

Thanks dear !
June 11, 2011 at 11:07 PM
Anwesa said…
@ Sage Ricky,

Well, I believe otherwise. We should be happy for ourselves.

And this post is essentially a work of fiction.

Thanks for coming !
June 11, 2011 at 11:08 PM
Anwesa said…
@ Haritha,

Glad to see your reply.
June 11, 2011 at 11:09 PM
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