what i wanted to say to Kamala

My dear, dear Kamala,

Some day I should have told you this; but you are gone now.

It happens, with close ones in family or legends in the society; we forget to let them know of their importance in our lives. I don't know in which category should I include you in: you are older than my mother, but strangely, I find you as a friend. Someone who thinks very much like me.

Every year in the rat race that I am in, I stop and read your books. You are the only writer who could make me read again and again. I don't think it has much to do with your language or intelligence or extra ordinary story threads or like many make fun of, the sexual remarks in your stories. I even hate to discuss about it. It is your frankness that takes me on a ride with you. The frank narration that makes the reader feel, "it could have been my story!" or "I have known this feeling!" Your writing always made me humbler, munch on memories and feel more beautiful, for reasons only you know! I am extremely grateful for the strength that you add to my existence, making me feel that you know me.

You are the true woman, the bold woman, the woman of greatest substance. You successfully expressed the complex feminine emotions; never mind how the simple men take it.