your feet and your hands

18^th March, 2015

Dear Richa,

It’s 12.20 a.m. of 18^th March.  I am seeing the photos of yours on my HP touch screen. 

I just cannot control my grief and emotion, when I see you. 

I miss you so much.

I do remember one thing very often; it is your feet and your hands.  Your hands were so thin.  I remember holding your hands on the 12^th November night and telling you.  Richa these are my hands not Margaret’s hands.  And on 13^th November, when you had already left all of us.  I was watching you for long time, in the ICU room, in the hospital.

I was looking at your feet, so small, so tender, so beautiful.  although swollen so badly.  Seeing swelling.  They were swollen badly. 

My poor darling sister, I never even saw your suffering closely.  I was such a fool to have been so busy in my completely, meaningless and wasted life. 

I wish I could tell you all these face to face.  And hug you. 

Best wishes,

And lots of love.