A letter to heaven

If found, please return this letter to Mr. KB Venkatraman Iyer, my dearest Grandpa, my darling Thatha.

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30th June 2021, 
Dearest Thatha, 
Are you well? Today, you turn 84 back home! HAPPIEST BIRTHDAY, MY THATHA KUTTY! Are you 84 in heaven too? How are the Gods and Angels treating you? Are they really as friendly as depicted in stories? I’ve been wondering, is Krishna really blue? Do you get to watch TV serials? Are your parents with you? Tell them hi on my behalf. I want to touch their feet for I’ve never had the opportunity to. 

I hope you’re happily chilling out there in heaven after your hard life here and not reincarnated into some living form yet again.You deserve peace, something you did not have during your brief time here. 

I know you’re watching me from up there and need no updates. Ofcourse, I’m no longer the sweet 6 year old you last saw and I’m now 17.9 years old. 

If you’ve been regularly watching me, I wonder if you are angry with the way I’ve turned out. I am a disappointment, in many ways, have a sharp tongue that utters hurtful words (mostly unintentionally) but I promise, you will see me change for the better. It’s of utmost importance for me to make you proud.As a teenager, I’m enslaved to my hormones, but it’s getting better. I’m now much better than my 14-year old self without a question. 

In the 11 years you have not been around, technology has grown so much! But sadly, it hasn’t grown enough for me to actually get this letter to you. That may happen too, maybe just not within my lifetime. So I’ll just continue to believe that you’re watching me and that you can “feel” my words. 

Thatha dear, please know that you’re missed dearly. You raised me only for 6 years but the impact you’ve left on me is HUGE. Paati tells me often about that time when I was an infant and slept off in your arms, and you held me the same way without moving an inch for 4 hours, until your poor arms felt sore.

I miss your sharp, poky white beard. I miss the mole on your back. I miss hearing you cough. It’s getting incredibly difficult for me to even write this now. Time mends but doesn’t cure. I know we’ll meet again. Till then, you better tell good things about me to everyone there! Ask Chitragupta to keep me in his good books so we end up at the same place. 

I’ll hold you in my heart until I hold you in heaven. I’ll keep missing you, until we meet again… 

Yours, 
Your granddaughter,
who loves you infinitely 

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