Cheekoo , my darling !!
It’s been four years since rakhi doesn’t seem as nice as it used to.RAKHI this year too was quiet and not half as beautiful. But I did tie you your rakhi and did the tika, much like every year.
I’m in Bangalore , did not get the leave to get to Jaipur. I wouldn’t , till October.
This afternoon I was thinking of how RAKSHA BANDHAN used to be with you and all my brothers around. How I was not supposed to eat till I do the tika and how pretended I hated it , secretly enjoying doing those little ,if I may call them sacrifices, for my brothers. How you would eat those awesome mithais and tease me because I’d be starving. You would delibrately talk about how nice the kachauris and jalebis were .. I so miss the times when you wouldn’t give me the rakhi money ..haha…how much we joked about that money that you would put back into your wallet saying “chalo,Gunjann kya karegi iska, main hi le leta hoon”
Affection came in full circle..pretty much like LIFE itself.
What would I not do for those moments again.
Miss you so much cheekoo… can’t wait till we meet again and this time you’d better not be nasty with the kachoris and the jalebi…
Love ***