That night my Father died.

Posted by Gauri Chopra
November 6, 2017

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Dear Maa,

Shiver runs down my spine, just when I think about yesterday. I know my sorry will not reduce your pain, but I still want to apologize to you. Maa, I am sorry that I voiced my opinion yesterday. I am sorry that you took a stand for me and bore the burnt. I am sorry that you had to be my shield again. I am sorry that you had to raise your voice to stand for righteousness. I am sorry for not idolizing ‘YOU’ my true hero all this while. I am sorry for not knowing that you have been in the receiving end of that terror before. At last, I am sorry that you had to cook up a story, to explain me how your spectacles broke.

Yours Unbruised daughter

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