Dear Parvati,
It's our birthday again. The last year has passed by ridiculously fast. One moment I'm writing a letter to you from my dormitory room, the next from my desk at home. One moment I'm in school, the next I have a job. It's already been nearly two years since you left. Where does the time go?
I spent the day with you again. Not at your grave like I did last time, but I took the day off work and spent the day wandering around we used to play. Not just the back yard, but also the forest where we camped every few years. I can remember every time: Once when we were 7, then when we 11, and then one last time when we were 15. It still looks as it did, lonely and beautiful.
Then there was that time when we went to the beach when we were 8. There where the hills around it that we climbed, and we spent all day chasing the waves. Do you know someone's built a house on the hill? Someone with a baby too, I could hear the baby screaming even from where I stood.
The places are still beautiful, but there also painful reminders that I once had you to share the beauty with. I glad that I spent the day doing it though, even if it did hurt. It was like spending another few hours in your company again.
I think that I'm going to get my own place soon. I mean, I am 20, and I can't live with our parents forever. I need my own place. I'm ready to move out on my own. I'm going to miss seeing my parents every day, but I can still visit them, and I write to them too. I know that I'm not really even moving that far away, but it still makes me feel sad.
I'm seeing another boy, but I don't think that it's going to last long either. I would be surprised if it lasts another week. Still, I guess that it was fun while it lasted.
There isn't too much too say this time, but I'll write again soon.
Miss you,
Padma.