Let's Go Back Home

My Dearest Aabi

Here is your naani (grandma) again, sending you a message filled with love.

I returned to Chandigarh, India, from what I now will always refer to as Aabi's Perth, but what once felt like my Home Sweet Home is now utterly transformed. I can hardly recognize it as my own place; the entire city and its roads feel like strangers to me. I’m attempting to slip back into my old routine, engaging with the people around me, yet nothing seems normal or smooth, as if I am merely a visitor here from a distant land.

Every moment, I find myself creating a world around me that evokes the essence of Aabi, reminding me of her presence in everything I do. Each morning, I awaken with tears in my eyes, and by nightfall, as I drift off to sleep, those tears return. Despite this overwhelming sadness, I am determined to keep Aabi's spirit alive. I aspire to embrace her way of life, to live healthily so I can share stories of Aabi in every interaction I have with others.

I do not want to dwell on the fact that I have lost Aabi; instead, I wish to cherish the memories of having her in my life. Whenever I play with my grandchildren, Aarvi and Adisha, I want Aabi to be present in my thoughts, filling my mind with her vibrant energy. I want to say: Let’s go, Aabi, together, and live happily ever after. I strive to live, even if the meaning of happiness may differ for me now.

Let’s go, Aabi!

Love you, my Sweetheart.