Dearest Mamma, I still can't fathom that you are gone. I have so much more to say to you. I still hear you calling me "Viji" like you are here next to me. I can picture you riding your bike and coming to my house in Chundukuli daily. You would ask me to pack you some rich cake or pudding on your way back, which is a memory I hold fondly near my heart. My regret is that I couldn't be there for you on your last days when you asked Mohan if I knew you were ill. I hope you know I would have been there in a heartbeat if it wasn't for Covid. This is not a good bye mamma, it just until we meet again.