no strings attached

Happy Bday mam.... oh my god sameera ....how have u been ....u remember me...how can i ever forget you mam...oh.... u know i am losing hair......and my dog....and it went on...
she was my chemistry mam who had taught me for just two years and it felt we had known each other for ages. we would sit in her cozy house and she would have tea and i would jus watch her having tea. she would tell me stories of her childhood and at times guess my future. she would talk about her dog who's no more today ( thats sad) and about everything that had happened to her after we had met last. she would drop me half way home in her omni. she would treat me wid a piece of home made cake wen i had done well and make me starve all day with the guilt that i wasnt putting in any effort. she knew it perfectly well how to balance between the two. It was just out of all the reverence that i would correct papers for her staying awake all nite even wen i had vacations. i would ride my way to her house. i would love it wen she would say that u r beautiful. i loved wen she would hold knowledge sessions for which had nothing to do with academics. i felt so special that i had such an intellectual friend. i would love going to the second level of her house which was supposedly her sons room and i would sit there and study. I never felt that she was just my teacher but much more than that. It felt as if ajji had left her for me to fill in the blanks....
Then there was Mrs. Nadakarni who would teach me Marathi.... I would go at 4 and wait for uncle to come at 4.30 who would get the most delicious snacks. it was tastier for it was little. i would sit and talk to her for hours together. i would feel pampered.
And today i donno where she is?
yesterday wen i met indira aunty at the long kriya ... and the hug that she gave me .... it was so blissful.
i am not always in touch with all of them and i really donno if they ever think of me but they fill a place in my life which got empty a way too early... i miss u so much ajji...nothing ever has been so much fun after u have left. You remember the late night story sessions we would have. the food that you would cook.. today that i am doing my architecture ... i miss you more for i have no creative mind at home to help me wen i am stuck. wen i have fights with mom i donno whom to show my tears to? wen moms behind my life for some blunder that i did i donno where to hide my face. i try and relate every other aunty whose a lil elder to mom to you and then i feel as if you had just left these relations for me on earth.
Thanks for everything but i miss u more than ever today.