Mira’s heart raced as she stared at the envelope that had arrived from an address she barely remembered. It was a relic from a past she had buried deep. The envelope, yellowed with age and sealed with a once-familiar emblem, seemed to pulse with the weight of old wounds. Her father’s handwriting, a script she hadn’t seen in years, was etched across the front.
The letter inside was both a message and a ghost from the past. Mira unfolded it with trembling fingers, her eyes skimming over the words that began with, “My dear Mira.” Her father, who had been absent from her life for more than a decade, was dead. His letter, filled with regret and longing, spoke of missed years, lost opportunities, and the family he had left behind.
As she read, Mira’s emotions swirled. Anger, sorrow, and confusion gripped her. For years, she had managed to push away thoughts of her father, and now his unexpected reappearance felt like a cruel twist of fate. His regrets and apologies, though heartfelt, could not erase the years of pain and abandonment she had endured.
Mira had always viewed the old family home as a symbol of neglect and loss. Now, it stood before her, a crumbling testament to her father’s absence. The house, once filled with laughter and life, had deteriorated into a shadow of its former self, overgrown with weeds and cloaked in dust. Her father’s death had left her not only with an estate to manage but also with the heavy burden of confronting her past.
Determined to sort through the remnants of her father’s life, Mira enlisted the help of her best friend, Naina. Naina had always been a steady presence in her life, and Mira knew she could rely on her for support during this difficult time. One evening, as they sat in the cluttered living room, Naina poured tea and watched Mira with a sympathetic gaze.
“I don’t know what to do with this,” Mira said, handing Naina the letter. “It’s like reopening a wound I thought had healed.”
Naina read the letter, her expression softening. “It sounds like he was trying to make amends. Maybe this is a chance for you to find some closure, even if it’s painful.”
Mira sighed, feeling the weight of her unresolved emotions. “I feel like I’m standing on the edge of something I can’t fully understand. I’ve spent so long being angry. I’m not sure if I can just let that go.”
“Take it one step at a time,” Naina suggested gently. “You don’t have to rush. Maybe start by looking through the house. Sometimes, facing the past can help us move forward ( To be continued)
Rajat chandra sarmah
22/09/24
Guwahati , Assam, India
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