....When it rained I would discreetly sacrifice a cozy kitchen rug for you. I loved watching you get entagled in it and run around dragging it with you. You would accompany me at the terrace on lonely afternoons while I tried to devour volumes of 12th std physics,chemistry and maths. Now and then you would let me scratch your forehead peeking at me with semi open eyes.
Once I even caught you and dad playing Peak-a-boo around the garage. I could still picture you clinging to the front gate whenever mom fried chicken at home. You would make cute noises trying to lure us out with a piece of chicken or two. In the short span that you touched our lives, you made a mark so deep.
(to be continued...)

- Indhumathi Nagarajan