Ink Drops

Letter 8

Dear Angel,

The last play was a hit! I wish you could see it for once and tell me what you thought of it. After all, the play is pretty close to our hearts. Didn't get that? The story of Dushyant and Shakuntala. I still remember the day you narrated this story to me as if it were just yesterday. The moment I heard the name, I thought of you and the twinkle in your eyes whenever you spoke about these stories. You like them a lot. Don't you Angel?

So, as the play ended and the curtains fell, the auditorium was filled with cheers and applause. It was so lively Angel that it is almost impossible for me to describe the feeling with mere words but as the darkness of the night looms overhead following the brightness of the day, this day ended too with a phone call, from maa.

I don't think I need to write this here as you would know already what she would have said. This time, however, I will heed your advice. I came here for a reason and I won't turn back until I achieve it. Maybe my mother doesn't support this decision of mine, but her mother does and that is more than enough for me to go on. Thank you, Angel, for believing in me.

Your granddaughter
Mitika.