I miss you. You were the one person who was the kindest to me. And you were kind to everyone. Type C personality, that’s what they are calling it, the kind of people more likely to die of cancer. Because they keep it all in.
You were also unfortunately always treated as a second-class citizen, being a woman in North India. Even though you were a first-class person. You also kept it all in. I love my grandfather also, but I love you more. And seeing you always brings out the child in me.
I don’t know about spirits or stars, but as long as I live, You will live.