Navya had suppressed one thing in the corner of her mind, which she herself used to lie and did not want to bring in even by mistake. But today when he is no more, that thing has come to my mind. Sometimes I wish I could be in my mother's place... such that she didn't love her father, more she could not see him so helpless, how much could she talk to her mother.

Can't talk to Father that much. Do you remember how angry she used to be when she was a mother, ' I don't know what Khichdi you cook, my daughter doesn't even talk to me. ' Why do you miss the truth when someone is lost, if you feel this when he is there, then there will be no regrets later.

I didn't realize when he came home immersed in his thoughts. There was a lot of crowd in the house. Relatives were all gathered. Navya was so sad to see Papa so calm. Somewhere, as soon as he came, he used to sit with so many things, which he used to collect for so long. After their mother, he used to tell the condition of his heart to Navya only.

Brother, sister-in-law Navya and her husband remained at home after father's cremation. Navya's brother took father's diary and some things, including his old watch which Navya had given him on his birthday, Navya's childhood doll, Yes, but father brought it and gave it), gave it all to Navya.

Father wanted to give it to him only. Once Navya felt that what are the useless things, to what extent will she be able to handle them? Still he father. I kept it in my bag considering it as a security. Twelve days passed she came to her home. A few days later, when she was emptying her bag, she found her father's diary.

Opened it in curiosity, every day after mother's departure, he used to write a letter to mother, 'Dear Suman, you left me, but you handed yourself over to me as Navya. Whenever I see him, I feel that you are with me. She takes care of me as you took care of me. But these days she is a little busy, even on the phone she cannot talk properly.

There is so much to say, but due to his busyness, he is not able to tell it. ' Navya's heart rose like a hook. Papa, where did I talk to you properly? I used to get upset while talking to you. He started reading further, ' I don't bother him as much as I think.

But what to do, if I don't tell him then to whom will I tell. If she comes this time, I will make carrot pudding from her. Didn't get to eat that delicious pudding after you left. The magic of your hands is in his hands too. Today I will also complain to him on the phone, it has been so many days since he came home. Now he cannot bother his daughter-in-law on every issue, can he?

By the way, she also takes care of me a lot, but I can say this to Navya rightly, as I used to say to you. Like you, she also gets upset with me, yet I know she loves me a lot. ' Navya started crying bitterly after reading each word. The truth is how proud she has become, only she saw her helplessness, saw her sorrow. Papa became so lonely and wanted to say so much. But he didn't even have time to talk to them.

As a small child, he needed Navya's support, but she could not become that support. Navya kept that diary close to her chest and was crying bitterly, I wish she could have hugged her father like this when he needed it.