in memory of BSK

dear BSK i'm bindu a person who cried with ur mom when she tried to save ur life, in a locked room with a knife ready to hurt any one who tried to kill u.
who felt that doing away with u just for romance was bad ..
who slowly started to accept u may never take life seeing the repeated hazards u went thru...
who mocked the still flat stomach nd the high heels...
finally ready to face the fact may be u were putting the story in hold nd with a cynical mind thought may be...sorry baby
yet today i feel ur loss, it pains me that we will no longer be able to find out if u were a girl sweet bubbly like ur mother or a boy taking up the attitude and honour of ur father...no longer will we contribute to ur name...imagine sweet incidents with u...
i will miss u.....