Raksha- Letter

Dear Smitakka,
Hi. How are you? Hope you all are doing fine. Give my regards to bhavaji and loads of love to arhaan. It surely seems weird, receiving my letter instead of a phone call. Well may be that’s how it’s meant to be with all the sudden changes that took place in our family.
I miss you soo much. I keep remembering you every single day. Can’t forget those childhood days spent with you with those never ending rubbish talks, dressing up your four barbies, fighting with Avi and Rashmi. Do you remember the dance programme we arranged for mamama’s birthday? I still cant forget those moves, Shailaja and I keep laughing over those Childish moves . Recollect those days? When we used to get chocolates for every one after we passed each term. LOL. As if we had won some battle, the whole family used to rejoice. Today I topped my college in the Final year exams, but no joint family to rejoice it 
Well I am sure you are wondering what am I speaking about. Yes akku, I am done with my Final year and I am not that small cry baby Raksha anymore. I am a brave girl now, been traveling around Mumbai all on my own since past 5 years. You can’t imagine me doing that na? But it’s true. I am still that tall girl whom you envied for her height, but I have put on some weight. The same hyper chick running around the whole place to get her things straight. I still drool over those yummy phansa hapolu.
I still miss that rope swing we had hung on the mango tree  Mamama shouting at us for stealing the mangoes while she was fast asleep. I haven’t had paachdi since years. Those mehndi sessions were amazing, the mandri put in the verandah and all the cousins enjoying our time. I was hoping that some day all the cousins would meet, same way as in the past, but it seems next to impossible now 
I have joined this Media course for a year. It’s a Post Graduation Diploma from Mumbai itself. Life has just become more hectic after this particular chapter in my life. I leave home early in the morning just to be back home by 8pm  But as you know, I always wanted to be a Journalist. I think you haven’t forgotten the girl who used to roam around in the house with a Duppatta around her head, some dirty spoon in her hand and reporting incidents in and around mamama’s compound 
I guess I have said a lot and it’s your turn to pour your heart out. I miss mamama and the house which I never visited after her death. Hope you guys are taking good care of her belongings and her memories  Neways Take care. Do reply!
Loads of Love,
Raksha