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A LETTER TO FAIRYLAND

Dear Mamma,

Where did you go ?

Papa says you went to fairyland to bring me those white wings. Did you get them ?
Are they too hard to find ? Can't you come soon ? I miss you.

Papa too misses you. He tells me stories of lions and flowers.
He says you will be back when I finish my cup of milk. I drink it and then wait for you.
But you do not come back. I  cry.

Sometimes Papa cries too. He hides his tears. He misses you too.

Come back Mamma....I don't need those white wings....I need you to be here. Papa wants you.

Your loving daughter,
Emmy.
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erer said…
that's so innocent, so painful and heart felt :(
April 10, 2011 at 10:19 AM
Yamini Meduri said…
wow wonderful letter...so painfull..!!

long back i wrote a tale on similar lines...but my mother has gone to god to teach him English and the girl asks her father not to go to God as he is mathematics teacher..!!!

nice letter anwesa..!!
April 10, 2011 at 4:33 PM
Poonam said…
luved it....so heart touching...
April 10, 2011 at 4:44 PM
Abhishek said…
Nice post.
Awesome blog.
Simply amazing read.

:)
April 11, 2011 at 11:33 AM
Girl with a red bag said…
beautifully written, capturing the very emotion in every single line.
April 11, 2011 at 11:33 AM
Rià said…
That was so beautifully worded, and painful too!
April 11, 2011 at 3:02 PM
Sara said…
touching and beautifully written.
April 11, 2011 at 10:10 PM
Anwesa said…
@WarmSunshine,
Thanks !
April 17, 2011 at 8:43 PM
Anwesa said…
@ Yamini,
Thanks dear ! Would love to read your story someday.
April 17, 2011 at 11:20 PM
Anwesa said…
@ Poonam,
Thank you :)
April 17, 2011 at 11:20 PM
Anwesa said…
@ Abhishek,
Glad to see you here :)
April 17, 2011 at 11:21 PM
Anwesa said…
@ Girl with a red bag,
Thanks :)
April 17, 2011 at 11:21 PM
Anwesa said…
@ Cardinal Ruby,
Thank you !
April 17, 2011 at 11:22 PM
Anwesa said…
@ Ria,
Thanks dear :)
April 17, 2011 at 11:22 PM
rocky said…
Anwesa,
I am known to be a guy without emotions and sentiments but this one brought a tear in my eyes. I am so emotionless that I was smiling all through the movie when I was watching "Taare Zameen par". I didn't even feel sad. But this one, heart touching..
May 3, 2011 at 4:47 AM
Anwesa said…
@ Rocky,

In that case, I'm glad that I wrote this.

Thanks a lot !
May 3, 2011 at 2:20 PM
Rocky said…
:-) Rocky is Rakesh from "I miss you" post
May 4, 2011 at 2:46 AM
Anwesa said…
@ Rocky aka Rakesh,

Yeah I know. The one who misses "the" Santro :P
May 4, 2011 at 12:41 PM
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