Dear Harry,

Remember how glad you were when your dad put you in cricket practise with Krunal?

You were so happy, jumping around while I looked at you, proud. Atleast you were following your dreams. You were happily practising with your new bat, having convinced Krunal to bowl for you. You hit a six that went through the window of Meera aunty's house, which made us all run from the place, glee written on our faces.

You never looked back but I did. So many times.

I've decided to visit my parents with the piled up sick leaves. Maybe getting out of Mumbai would do some good.

Maybe you'll visit your parents and we would meet.

You'll always be my best friend.

Love,
Mona.

For Anniee_8💛
Thank you.