A Letter Yet to be Delivered.
A letter to my mother . 30/04/2022. Amma, I am married. I am sure you should be happy. A guy who took education very seriously and an Anna University Grad, who fought his way up and brought a change to his life. I am sure you will like him and boast about his achievements or whatever. I am glad for this very reason that I found him. It is six years ma. As each year pass, I am scared if you are moving distant, time is fleeting. Every other day, I will want to ring you up and say, ma I made this today, I reached college, I am unwell, I missed my date and every other intricate detail. I posted a random pic today and Madhan told me that I look beautiful like you. It was overwhelming ma. I don’t like to carry symbols of marriage, I hate to comb my hair nor to put efforts to present myself in the way the society wants. But if I am to depict you, I will do that. No qualms. Amma, I am confident and assertive, I know what I want. But on the flip, I am trembling with fear. I am so