In December ’11, during my visit to Bangalore, my dad told both my sister and me that he had been saving all the letters and cards from our childhood and we should go through them and take with us all that we find important. Both of us spent hours reading the letters from our dear cousins and friends of childhood, all the love letters from before my marriage, not to forget the thousands of cards that Nikhil gave me during our courtship and before days. Late at night, I found to a book of mine that I used to maintain during my school-college days. It had over 150 poetries written by me. I had long forgotten about its mere existence until that day. I was awake till 4AM going through it and catching up on fond memories.
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