Actor
aashish
chaudhary
is
a
shuttered
man
following
the
death
of
his
beloved
sister
Monica
and
her
hubby
in
the
recent
terror
attacks
in
Mumbai
that
claimed
almost
200
lives.
He
is
yet
to
come
to
terms
on
the
lost.
He
expresses
his
feelings
through
this
letter:
Yes
I
am
not
yet
in
the
frame
of
mind
to
talk
or
deal
or
replay
the
destruction
of
my
family
and
their
souls
but
I
would
still
like
to
pen
down
my
gratitude
to
you
who
stood
by,
called,
sms"d
and
comforted
me
at
a
time
where
my
whole
world
collapsed.
If
there
is
anything
that
can
hold
me
together
now
and
not
let
me
crumble
fully,
are
the
two
small
innocent
lives
who
in
a
matter
of
seconds
lost
the
two
people
who
were
their
world.
Who
only
waited
not
understanding
why
their
parents
haven't
returned
from
dinner
yet.
Their
innocent
hearts
looking
into
our
eyes
when
we
finally
broke
the
news.
They
were
searching
for
some
meaning
out
of
this
meaningless
act
of
perversion.
And
those
are
the
two
lives
who
are
holding
me
and
my
family
together
urging
us
to
be
strong...for
them
.
Kanishq
(12)
and
Ananaya
(7),
"Pokey" and
"Ducky"
as
I
lovingly
call
them,
are
our
little
Angels
who"ve
lost
more
than
what
can
ever
be
even
imagined.
I
know,
my
sister
and
my
jiju,
wherever
they
are
will
still
be
worried
about
Pokey
and
Ducky.
Monica,
my
only
sister
who
I
loved
more
than
myself
and
Ajit,
the
Jiju
who
came
in
as
the
perfect
match
for
my
mona.
Two
pure
hearts,
two
glorious
human
beings
whose
lives
revolved
around
their
children.
Grounding
their
children
on
morals,
on
the
right
behaviour
on
being
good
and
kind
human
beings.
And
an
entire
battalion
of
people
cannot
match
up
to
what
they
were
as
parents.
Or
take
their
place
ever.
But
we
are
going
to
try....try
hard
and
rebuild
their
lives.
We
are
going
to
bring
their
smiles
and
the
twinkles
in
their
eyes
back.
Bring
back
the
joy
of
a
really
happy
beautiful
family
that
the
animals,
the
cowards
destroyed.
I
stood
there
helpless
and
angry
while
strangers
came
and
snatched
away
pieces
of
our
hearts.
I
could
do
nothing...nothing
but
just
ask
one
question
Why?
Why
them?
And
the
answer
was
a
cruel
silence
that
numbed
me
.
There
is
no
solace,
there
is
no
way
on
earth
anybody
can
tell
any
of
us
to
console
ourselves,
this
hurt
will
stay
forever.
The
gaping
wound
will
never
heal
and
the
anger
will
only
stay
hidden.
I'm
angry.
Really
angry.
And
I
feel
for
all
of
us.
I'm
sorry
for
all
of
us
who
suffered.
And
for
all
who
live
with
this
feeling
of
instability,
insecurity
n
hatred.
But
we've
gotta
get
a
hold
of
ourselves.
We've
got
to
be
strong
and
move
ahead
with
a
conviction.
We're
the
ones
who'll
eventually
make
the
desired
difference.
In
this
horrifying
game
of
fate,
the
one
thing
we
want
to
tell
Monica
and
Jiju
is
that
today
their
children
not
only
have
four
extremely
loving
grandparents,
who
have
always
doted
over
their
grandchildren
but
also
a
huge
family
of
Aunts,
Uncles
and
cousins
that
have
so
much
love
to
give.
The
one
thing
that
I
really
want
them
to
know
is
that
they
will
always
have
a
second
set
of
parents
within
Samita
and
Me.
We
will
be
there
in
every
way
we
can,
along
with
everyone
else
in
our
beautiful
family,
to
look
after
them,
try
and
raise
them
the
way
Monica
and
Ajit
have
done
all
these
years
and
hopefully
we
will
be
guided
by
them
from
above,
to
be
their
second
Mum
and
Dad.
Please
don't
take
my
silence
and
withdrawal
of
not
talking
as
any
form
of
disrespect.
I
have
still
not
come
to
terms
with
what
is
real
and
what
is
not.
Life
is
drawing
a
blank
and
it
will
be
sometime
before
I
can
fill
the
void.
I
am
pouring
my
heart
out
in
this
letter
hoping
you
understand
.