Reminiscing- An Open Letter

While gazing through the window rails trying to catch the incandescent moon and its soft light coming into my room as if, I felt like it was aiming for me to embrace my nose and toes. I close my eyes and think of you. I could see flashing memories, a small girl in her midi skirt within fair large eyes getting ready to go somewhere. Too much pleasant. I suddenly open my eyes and switch off the alarm. It's already 5 o'clock in the morning and Ammamma and ammappa, I am writing this letter with such a bunch of beautiful memories trying to recollect at my desk and pen down. A very bleak memory of me coming every year from Lucknow to meet you. Obviously, every time I thought we were coming to you forever. I remember telling my friends that I am shifting to Kerala and then the most awaited part of the year comes, the small girl with cute little star buns in her midi skirt holding fast to her mother's hands and suppling her pinky fingers to her brothers. Oh God, I couldn't wait for another few hours to reach your laps Ammamma. Next thing I could remember is waking up in your knees. You could carry Anu in one hand and in the other me, to the dining table and feed me with the world's most delicious "Choru" (rice ) and "meen curry" (fish curry). I don't know why do those balls of rice seem tastier than anything else. You could literally fill my tummy until it gets to explode. The best part of my vacation with you both was, carrying the sleepy me from the couch to your bed, where I could sleep tight with little hums of lullabies and stories of Ma and Kunjaamma ( Aunt). The next morning I could wake up getting a wonderful oil massage and bubble baths. From wandering around the fields where my house stands now, to the Appappas favourite "Chayakada" (teashops), I learnt cycling swimming and playing badminton. I think I know my village more than my Ma and pappa right? Those fourteen days go so fast and the most difficult part arrives; to bid you all bye. I know it was so hard for all of us to part away. Years have passed that small girl is now nineteen, but the warmth of your love and a touch of my innocence has never gone even a little down. I am still that girl of age five when I am by your side. I wish I could come to you and fall asleep again and again in your laps Ammamma and go around the village and play with you Ammappa. I want you both to take enough rest. Ammappa, I know and its sad to see your hands numb and swollen. I wish I could be by your side and help with the things. Hoping to see you both soon. Even though I still don't feel it to end this letter, but it's almost time for my online classes. Cherishing those wonderful memories for a lifetime, let me get ready for my class. Promise to call you tomorrow. Hugs.
With loads and lots of love
Ana.