My dear Janaki,
How are you and Reyansh? There is not a single day I go without thinking of you and my dear son. Days are hard here, and I am longing to be with you and Reyansh. We all here are just waiting for the factory to start again. Every night I pray that the factory strike ends and let the next morning bring some good news. I pray that the management and the union agree on some level and the work resumes.
I know you are finding it difficult to manage with the little money I sent you last month. But yesterday my friend Hari introduced me to some businessman, who promised me a job. I am thinking of meeting him today and take up that job till the factory reopens. Please manage for few more days. As soon as things settle here, I will look for a small rented house and bring you and Reyansh here with me.
I keep thinking about how my Reyansh looks now. Does he have a nose like me or eyes like you !? our neighbor here is good with wooden works. He makes tables and chairs for offices and schools. I have asked him to make a small wooden chair for our Reyansh. I will paint it myself.
Forgive me for not being there with you when you needed me the most. Please take care of your health. Will soon write to you again and hopefully with some good news. Give my love and blessings to Reyansh. Victor will be there in two days. Please meet him at the address given below.
Victor Gregg, # 81, Rohini complex, Old gate road, Gandhi Marg, Saharapur
With all my love,
Mohan
Reyansh struggled to read every line of this letter. He had to wipe and control his tears at every line and every word. They were not in his control anymore. His tears were speaking of his emotions that had somehow forgotten their way all these years. He kept reading it again and again and again. Not to understand what is written in it but to feel his father’s presence in it. It was the only thing he had now of his father. And he hugged the letter like it was him…
