Babuji,
I am writing a letter to you after a long long time. I guess 2001 was last when I write to you. Lot of things have changed. back then I knew I would send an ‘unstampped letter’ to you and you would recieve it paying the fine. Where would I have the money to spend on stamps those days. That’s why i used to trouble you. Now, today, there’s no need of an address, or a stamp, because this letter is online, stays with me always. All i hope is you get to see and read this letter through some frequency match of the internet technology and the cosmos. Or all I know, you could be standing just behind me and reading what am writing.
Babu I know you are somewhere around. I know you can’t just go like that. I know you also feel there are loads undone. I know you are here with me somewhere. I know you can’t go like that without meeting me once, without patting my forehead without telling me, ‘Ma go himmat rakhiyo’.
They say you are no more. Are you? But I still see myself standing in that corridor near the ICU of Sagar Hospitals. Hopping in at times to see you and coming back to see if Monty, dada and ma are fine. I still am standing outside the ICU door planning to tell you what all happened while you were inside.
Am still outside that Assembly Hall in Haflong sitting with you in the car. I can still hear you asking me, “How did your drawing competition go?” and am answering, “Baba I coloured only half of it 
.” And you are saying, “It’s ok still you will win the prize!”
We are all standing in our Bagetar house lawn with that cake celebrating your 50th birthday. But I am little angry with you. Why did you drink? Am angry with Phani kaku also they always make you drink I don’t like it you know that. But it’s ok, it’s your birthday. Babuji make that dimer torkari no I want to have, it’s been so many days.
I can still see you sitting on that cane chair in your room and am telling you, “You know Baba many a times when Miss asks questions in class I would know the answer but wouldn’t raise my hand. I feel so shy and scared you know.” And you without even looking at me are saying, “Ohho…anyways next time you raise your hand – first few times you will have to force yourself..after that you will get into the habbit of raising your hand for everything you know. It’s just about practise and making a begininng somewhere. Don’t worry it’s no big deal.”
Lot’s of things Baba, you are there in so many things. Though I dont see you much during my wedding days and after that, except for that day when Baudi called and I cried on phone and when I reached home (your home), you said, ‘Taare khoiyo tumare dhomok ditona” and tumar thutt bhangso. Okhon aar beshi dukho lagena. Mono hoy thik asey jaa aasey. Aar kita kharaph hoito. He o change hor. Bass tumar ekta kothai moni hoy khoirai…”Ma go ja phaiso hota re shundor khoro.”
Bass Babuji..ita loiyya shara jibon thakmu.
