My last thought of Ramzan 2025 March 30, 2025....
I should have chosen Physics as a subject.
My first thought on Eid ul Fitr (Monday/31 March 2025)....
So, this is a first without Abbu and this is how it will always be.
There are alot of firsts coming my way. And honestly I hate them. I long for the presence of my dad and the bubble which engulfed me for most part of my life. I miss the fun replies.....the most unexpected ones from abba. I miss his smell. I miss the aura he had. I miss the food that he used to leave in his plate for me, I am forgetting to have dinners now. Why? ...Simple reason being: abba used to leave something in his plate for me and I would have that later as my dinner ...IDK how he figured that out cuz both of us rarely sat down together and had meals. Even in hospital when they were prepping him for GA he left half the sandwich and pointed towards it; "ye kha lo" and I went like,
"Abbbbuuuuuu haddd hgai! Eat it!"
Now I have a similar stiffness in my neck and its not going away. I find myself lost all the time. Grief comes in waves I suppose. On some days you are fine then there are other days when you are drowning & there's a deep pit. It feels like you are falling down and there is no gravity. Even if it breaks your bones: you still crave for the gravity.
I feel like he still gets happy when I visit him and turns to others telling them in the most peculiar way of his, "ye meri beti hai.....choti" as he would struggle to remember my name or atleast pretended to.....
I understand the invisible String theory better than ever now. We were meant to criss cross eachother abba till we had what we had. I was told my affection for you is akin to a greek mythology and I get it now. I can see myself revolving around you.
I feel like
1) life has no shade now
2) there is no gravity on Earth
3) the background of my life's stage is gone
The funniest part is Abbu that you used to call me Beti and not a Beta once....and treated me like a royalty....I loved being your simba. I never could see the dying of Mufasa in the Lion King and I would cry endlessly.
I feel like Simba now Abba. I feel like I failed you that night and the nights before.
This guilt is not going anywhere anytime soon. Heart gets heavy and the life seems unbearable for now. I wish we don't loose connection. I regret saying the thing I said to Sarah and I take it back.
I hope this desperate writing reaches you because my writings were once what you approved of. And see....for most part I haven't used any slangs.
I told you in Kindergarten, "You'll forget to pick me from school". Ap mjhe bhool jayein gay
And he'd say that, " No, I can't".
You told me "They're sending me to ICU...baat sunn....I ll be alone there"
I replied: "No, you won't be"
......I am still here Abba. In Hyd. On the roads you travelled. Meet me. For I will always be waiting for you.
I don't feel myself as myself lately. I miss you Abbu.
Your choti.....forever.