Hi Ajoba,

You have been dead for a year now. It is very strange to think of you this way. I don’t know if we were actually that close or if I just have a weird thing with dates. But I remember a lot about you. A lot of things you told me when I was a kid. I hope I never forget you.

So how are things there? Are you feeling better there than here? I hope you are happier. Do you see us from there? Are you able to read this blog now? If you are, I would love for you to come and tell me how things are wherever you are. I wonder about that quite often.

If you are wondering about how things are here, well they are pretty much the same. Nothing much changes here, does it? I am more or less the same. Just been spending way too much money, that I don’t have, on stuff I don’t need. I know, I know, “It does not befit a super smart Finance graduate like you”, you must be saying. :) But well, I guess I suck as that too then! Baaki, things are the same here. Sachin has been playing well. Just the way he was when you could watch him. Mom and Dad continue to fight, yell and get mad at each other all day, everyday. Sometimes, in a tremendously damaged way, it’s cute how they just suddenly stop their arguments instantly when their lame ass soaps come on TV. I am beginning to think they may even love each other. Mom still misses you. The other day, she told me “Today was the last day baba and I had a proper chat.” I could see she wanted to cry. I miss you too. Did you see the way I snapped at that whatshisname annoying, fake, far-away uncle at your funeral? The one I have never liked. While it was raining cats and dogs, that jackass said to me, “Well, its raining so hard, that after a few years, when we think of this day, we will think Ajoba died in June.” “No you moron”, I said. “We will always remember it was November. You can remember this as June or April or May, for all I care.”

So, I think that’s all I am going to say for now. I really wish you are doing well, wherever you are. If the place you are in is good, then good for you. If it’s not, then don’t worry, it cannot be much worse than this hellhole we are living in. I have so many more stories that I want to tell you, some happy, some sad. But I will remember them and tell them to you, once we meet.

Happy Diwali.