Letter5:-Prisha’s Birthday
SO, finally came Prisha’s birthday(she is his lifeline, his wife)the day you used to wait for the entire year. I remember last year this day u didn’t let me go to my college, and you were calling me every single minute; minute; you came from Delhi the same day and you had so much in your mind I was wondering if u went to Delhi for business-related work or to collect new ideas for your wife’s birthday. Like literally you gave me so many instructions and such less time from finalizing your tattoo design to selecting the balloons that you wanted in your room and all the decorating stuff. I was agitated for a while because you know how lazy I am but I was really happy because I had never seen a guy doing so much for his wife. YOU WERE A PERFECT HUSBAND!
PRISHA’S GIFT!
Last year this day was the best day I was there with you for the entire day we dropped Prisha at her home and then started doing all the preparations I remember how tired you were and yet not willing to give up, and after hours of discussions on what to do for your room, we finally agreed on something. Later that day when she came she was surprised and u satisfied because obviously all that you did was just to see that look on her face, and all your hard work paid off. You forgot in a while how tired you were. The party that day was a blast, though there weren’t many people but was enough alcohol and a jovial company. You know that day I had no good mood to drink that vodka or to even taste it but I got a call from my friend that my fishes died; I got literally upset about it and the very moment you came with Smirnoff I couldn’t deny I first thought I’ll take only one shot, but obviously, there was no stopping and finished the entire bottle. Then later someone challenged me with bottom ups and how can I lose, I know my capacity amazed you but it’s okay I knew you will take care of the mess that I will create. Later I don’t know why out of excitement I threw the cake maybe you people weren’t letting me eat it and I got angry about it. Hey, do u remember how I was feeling cold, and I asked you to turn off the AC but you didn’t do it and I took a tiny towel that was not capable of covering my hand and I was covering myself from it and was asking again and again that why is this towel so tiny! and all of you were laughing like fools, and I was like are the crazy! Why are they not feeling cold? and I slept with this genius question. The next morning damn I forgot everything but the scolding that I got somehow helped me keep what great job my dead fishes made me do.
But tell me I was mourning so much over dead fishes how should I accept your death I tried Smirnoff, crying, yelling, but nothing worked I don’t if I will ever get closure. How can I accept that last year this day this time was so much fun and how much you bugged me with your calls and this year not a single call? WHY??
